Saturday, January 23, 2016
Update: Writing, Daughter, and Faith
2016 has hit with a vengeance. On the first of the month, I was filled with the hope of great plans being conquered in my writing life. Instead, I have been super busy with social activities, writer's block, and the flu. Now, that is not the way to start a promising New Year. At this point, I wanted to have the edit done from my first reader. Nope. I also wanted to have read everything on the CreateSpace sight for the paper copy of my first book. Nope. I also thought I would be 15,000 words closer to being finished with book three. Another nope. My batting average sucks!
I hate to whine and be negative, so I will add what I have accomplished. I have written 6,000 words on my novel. I have created an account for CreateSpace. I even started putting information into the program for my first book. I am on chapter six of my editing project. Also, I finally found a nice stable desk for my writing. The other desk was about to topple over. I even put it all together before the flu hit me this past week. Of course, my writing room is now a disaster because I haven't had to the chance to clean it after the holidays and dumping out the old desk. This weekend I will get it all organized and ready for Monday. Finally, I want to work on short stories. I have a great story in my head that I have written 500 words of so far. All in all, I have made progress.
Madelle is plugging along with her healing. I am always impatient. I want things fixed now. I want great progress. I talked with her counselor without Madelle. At her next session, the two of them pulled me into the end of her appointment. We came up with some strategies. And frankly, I am to be patient. I hate being patient. I am trying.
The other day I found myself in the middle of a conversation. The topic was about God being both masculine and feminine. The discussion turned to women in the church. I was in a group of all men. They talked about the need for women in the church. This kind of irritated me. We do a lot in the church. We work all the ministries, minus priesthood of course. I see all the amazing women working Cursillo. I watch the patient loving mothers of our parish. I follow the writing of my dear friend Maria. Another friend just returned with her daughter after a two week mission in India helping the sick. There are a lot of women working in their faith. I believe these men have blinders on their eyes. They look at the altar and only see the priest, a man. They need to watch for the women serving communion, the women reading, and singing. Women in my parish are moving mountains for the homeless. I could continue to list hundreds of ways women are examples of our faith if one only opens their eyes. We are out there.