The sight outside my window when I woke this morning put me in a momentarily pouty mood. Snow again. It’s sick. I spent the first twenty minutes of my day wondering yet again where I would rather live instead of Wisconsin. Then I got over it. This day refuses to be brought down by it’s shameful beginning. No, its goodness will prevail.
You see, today is the release day for Jars of Clay’s new album, “The Long Fall Back to Earth.” That fact alone is enough to bless me with a good week, not merely a good day. You can be sure that the first order of business on my lunch break will be driving to the nearby Christian book store to pick up that album. The second order of business will be to free it from its plastic wrapper and insert it into my car stereo. And third, to listen with great enjoyment.
So my favorite band has determined for months that I would have a good day today, on this twenty-first day of April. Yet, there’s more. I did manage to finish my editing last night. I went to sleep way too late with a happy smile on my face. There is a weight gone from my shoulders – a weight I did not mind bearing but am relieved to be free of nonetheless. Even with the transfer of the revisions from paper to computer left to do, I am rejoicing. Months ago, I laid down a rule for myself: No writing the new novel, The Mercy Hour, until the Full of Days editing is complete. Guess what! It’s complete! Idea after idea has rolled around in my head and was jotted down on a dozen different sheets of paper, but I’ve refrained thus far from converting the ideas into paragraphs or chapters. No more! I feel as if a long awaited departure date for a new adventure has arrived. It’s going to be a mighty fine adventure.