National Novel Writing Month marches on. It’s now Day4 and my word count just went over 10,000. I’m feeling really good about that and am going to have some serious questions for myself later about why we can’t seem to maintain this pace every day. I hope I can come up with a convincing answer.
The best part about it is that I finish everyday around three in the afternoon, get out and walk, write blog posts and take French lessons while doing it. Plus, there is time for having a fire on the patio, going to the hot springs, and going out to coffee with the book club or to my writer’s group. Tonight I am going to a charity dinner to support Idaho Animal Sanctuary by eating all the veggie Thai I can handle.
So what the hell have I been doing up until now? Slacking is the only word for it. But there may be another…passion.
I picked that one up at church on Sunday where I sensed it woefully lacking. Oh, they still had the usual music that they threw my generation over to institute, the still had a message, but it was drab. I realize people have off days…been there, done that, so maybe it’s just me. Then again, it could be fear. I’d love to see a modern pastor throw that sermon outline on the floor let the passion for the subject take over. Oh, wait, I’m old so forgive my faulty memory…that kind of preaching is not relevant anymore.
Just maybe, I haven’t let that passion for writing really go as I should. I can come up with a list of excuses why I’ve toned myself down, but none of them are really valid and they all ask the same thing…where’s your passion? I’m not sure how to address that completely at the moment, but I am going to find out.