Come See The Pretty Picture

Today’s a Writing Day. I can feel it in my bones. I woke up at 3:30 and almost got out of bed to start writing because I felt wide awake and wanted to write. Most days it wouldn’t have mattered much, but I actually have to be somewhere at 9am, and I can’t miss that, so I went back to sleep.

The trouble with that is that even Writing Days can become Brewing Days or Nothing Days simply because the opportunity isn’t seized – and I have to leave for my appointment in half an hour, which means I have to do something to keep the Writing Day mentality.

I was going to wake up this morning and go for a bike ride but it was rainy, so I couldn’t. Also, I only got about half the laundry done yesterday, though in my defense there’s an awful lot of it since Matt was away at camp with youth groupers all week. He cut the sleeves off one of his t-shirts and it got covered in mustard. Please don’t ask – these things happen at camp. Apparently it was for a skit.

All of this is to say that I’m going to get Matt to clean the kitchen (it’s all his mess anyway) and think writerly thoughts until 10:30 when I’ll be able to start writing on the novel for today.

One final note: I spent part of last week on Lake Michigan, and I took some really amazing pictures while I was there. Here’s one of my favorites:

Sunset at Epworth

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