And we arrive at Friday once again.
I feel like I didn't get enough accomplished, and as usual, it's my own fault. I have to teach my first lesson on Nehemiah on Sunday, and speak about Ephesians 4 on Thursday. I'm glad there is rain in the forecast, because I have a feeling I'll be hunkering down. I'd better, or I won't be prepared.
I'm attending a baby shower tonight for the wife of a young man whom I taught in youth ministry. He was very good friends with my kids. I can't believe how many former students are becoming parents! It's encouraging.
The sunny weather has drawn my attention to reading fiction. I read a book this past week, and started another, neglecting my other reading. The book I finished is quintessential Canadian fiction, called Fall On Your Knees. Beautifully written, but a very dismal story, and I couldn't find any redemption in the end. I've begun a new series of books, recommended to me by my friend, Melissa, about an adolescent, named Flavia de Luce. The author is Canadian as well, but it's nothing like what I just read. I can take a book with a dismal storyline once in a while, but afterward, I need something fun and cheery. This is. But I must put Flavia aside until I get my lesson done for Sunday.
I've been thinking a lot lately about writing, specifically about what I choose to write. I think back to when there was no internet. What did I write about? Well, essays, mostly, until I graduated. Lots of stories, always unfinished. When I started blogging, I wrote mostly about homeschooling and my kids. It morphed a little into thoughts about my faith. Sometimes, I responded to what I read in the blog world.
I've come to wonder about the wisdom of writing in response to another blog post. And by saying that, I don't mean no one should ever do that. I'm talking about myself. I have to ask myself what the purpose is of reading a post, getting hyped up about it, and then firing off a half-baked response. And yes, when I write something in haste, it is half-baked. I think there is a lot of wisdom (which I'm still learning to follow) in waiting to respond.
I've also come to the conclusion that we ought to write where our strength is, not just emulate what everyone else is doing. Sometimes, online, where we have the impression that everyong is watching us (when they probably aren't) we feel an obligation to comment on every story that comes along. There are people who are skilled at that. I don't think I'm one of them.
So, now, I wait and try to figure out where I am competent writing. I know what gets my juices going, but I'm still thinkng about it.
I think that was a good lesson to learn this week.