Yeehaw! It’s Monday again–my favorite day of the week! I know that probably sounds crazy to some of you, but there it is. I love my work. I love getting back to it after a weekend or a holiday–and, yes, I have to eat some crow, because I DIDN’T write, for all that I insisted I would; I rested, read, did some artist trading cards, and, with Bernice in tow, spent last night out at the lake with Wendy and Jeremy. They have this nifty little projector that hooks up to a laptop, and we watched an episode of “Columbo” (Johnny Cash was guest starring and I’m his #1 fan) outside, while floating in the pool. What fun that was!
I awoke during the night to the pattering of rain against walls and windows–a nice sound, like a lullaby. Snuggled up with Bernicie and went right back to sleep.
Today, obviously, I’m back at home and eager to write.
Your comments touch my heart, continually. I’ll get to as many of them as I can over the coming days, but I want you to know that I read them and I care. I live a very blessed life, but I’ve been down a few broken roads myself, and I’ve known sorrow as well as joy. Like many of you, I’ve taken refuge in books during the tough times–long ago, a friend confided that she survived a nervous breakdown by reading through her mom’s huge collection of Harlequin romances, and that’s just one example. A good story can and should help restore our faith in love and life when things get rocky. Many, many books have been like a lifeline to me personally, which is one of the reasons I am such a supporter of libraries. EVERYBODY should have access to books, especially if they can’t afford to buy them, which is the case for a lot of good people.
In a way, it seemed that the author stretched forth a steadying hand to me, through those printed words, always when I most needed it. My highest goal is to do the same for someone else.
Gotta go. Book to finish this week!