Sunday Salon

Several of the book bloggers I follow write posts on Sunday called "Sunday Salon" where they recap their week and talk about the week to come. Today since I felt like writing, I decided to attempt to do just that.

Today is the first day since the surgery that I've felt like myself. I woke up with more energy and actually can think of eating a food that's not white (I've lived off chicken noodle soup, french bread, grits, cereal, etc. since Thursday.) I even felt like writing this post, which is saying something. Yesterday I thought of trying to get some writing done and the mere thought made me feel like hiding under the covers. What a difference a day makes.

While I do feel better I'm determined not to push it. So today as it rains outside I've decided to finish the book I've been reading, watch a movie Curt rented for me from Redbox, and glean some more wisdom from the copy of On Writing I fished off the bookshelf the other day. Stephen King knows his stuff. (Duh!) I could do nothing but post quotes from that book on here and take up a week's worth of posts. And I just might do that.

I also spent some wonderful time in Isaiah this morning and journaled for the first time since February 13th. I love journaling but sometimes I take unexpected and unplanned breaks from it. Tomorrow I'm writing about journaling though, about the magic of it. Because I do believe in it-- and I miss it when I don't do it. Journaling makes me feel closer to God, connected and invested. My spiritual life suffers when I don't include it in my morning quiet times.

I also plan to shower today. This is also an improvement, trust me.

Tomorrow and Tuesday the kids are out of school. I expect by Wednesday we'll all be bucking for some normalcy. I'm hoping to have written 10,000 words of my new novel by this time next week. I know that sounds like a lofty goal but my deadline got moved up and knowing I've written NOT ONE WORD is weighing on me. If I was 10,000 words in I'd be 1/8th of the way done-- and that would at least feel like something. That's 1500 words per day, every day, starting tomorrow. Hoping I can tell this story well. I see so much potential, if I can only sort out how to get to the heart of it... and discover what the true heart of it is. I think I know-- but I don't want what I think I know inhibit what could be.

Finally, the photo at the top is not one I took. It's one that came up when I googled "winter scene." I wish that was the scene outside my window. I'm in the mood for one good snow. We haven't even come close here in the midst of one of the warmest winters I can remember in quite some time. For now I will content myself with a photo, and while I'm at it I can pretend that I feel good enough to go for a long walk down that snow-covered road. Happy Sunday, wherever you are, whatever you're doing. And by all means, take a long walk down a snow covered road if you can!