Today I write my one-hundredth blog post. I decided to read over my past posts in preparation and was amazed that I had to read far beyond my titles to remember what I’d written over the past two years. I guess seven kids and life will do that to a writer.
As I write, Michael Bublѐ croons Christmas songs in the background, the dog is enjoying a sunbath by the glass door leading to my deck, and the cat is taking his morning nap curled up on my laptop case next to my computer. And I contemplate what to write. No words come.
My writer friend and mentor, Jane, the one who told me I was a writer and lured me into her mini-van, palms sweating, heart racing, all the way to a writer’s conference several years ago, once gave me this bit of wisdom: Write when you have words, when you don’t—don’t write. Now, I’ve since met many authors and read various books on writing. I know there are those who would disagree with Jane’s wisdom. But I don’t.
So on this day when I don’t have words, I welcome you to click below on a blog post from the past. And if you’re like me, you’ll have to read far beyond the title to remember what I said.
Rich blessings to you and yours during this wonderful season of advent. A new year is coming, and with it, some exciting news, with many words, from Tamar’s Redemption.
As I write, Michael Bublѐ croons Christmas songs in the background, the dog is enjoying a sunbath by the glass door leading to my deck, and the cat is taking his morning nap curled up on my laptop case next to my computer. And I contemplate what to write. No words come.
So on this day when I don’t have words, I welcome you to click below on a blog post from the past. And if you’re like me, you’ll have to read far beyond the title to remember what I said.
Rich blessings to you and yours during this wonderful season of advent. A new year is coming, and with it, some exciting news, with many words, from Tamar’s Redemption.
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