complete overhaul

Our lives are in need of complete overhaul. Really.

Most days it seems that my life exists in little piles, spread all over the house, spread all over the city. I try to keep some sense of order to the chaos but in this phase of life with three children under seven, 30 college students in and out all week long, a long-term house guest and all the many other carting and shopping and maintaining we do, it’s just not realistic that my life will be anything other than piles of mess. Bills to pay, paperwork to turn in, paperwork to file, toys to put away, laundry to wash, clothes to fold, clothes to put away, things borrowed to be returned…and when any of those piles gets taken care of my children are there to quickly return it to its former glory.

I’ve spent the last two days trying to make some sense out of the disarray of my son’s room. Now if it wasn’t such hard work to teach a five year old to put things back where they go. Or to teach him where they go in the first place.

It sure would make life easier.

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writing time

Here’s a novel idea: Use my writing time to actually WRITE, rather than click. Anyone ever heard of that? How does that work exactly? Do you think it’s something I should try? 🙂

whew

Okay, I might make it after all. For those of you who tuned in a few days ago, you’ll remember that I was moaning about my marathon training and worried whether or not I had it in me to finish this time. It was hard. And it *is* hot here. I was unsure.

Today was a good day… 13 miles, baby! In the heat. With quick stops only for water. I’m still veeeeery slow but I am okay with that. Slow is good. Slow means I won’t burn out, hit the wall, have a coronary. Slow means I will finish the marathon. 11 weeks to go and several more long (and longer and longer) runs but my legs held me up today and I’m feeling good.

Next up. Writing on my mg novel. Whooo-hooo!

running and writing update

Urg. Training for this marathon has become incredibly difficult with the 90 degree F days we’ve been having. It’s just incredibly difficult to keep moving forward for a 2 hour long run in this kind of heat. I feel like I’m getting behind but I’m not willing to worry yet. I’m still hanging on by a thread with my training and enough time to finish several more long, long runs before the marathon in January.

And writing….? Urg. 🙂 Same deal. I’m just not producing much right now. I want to say it’s a season of filling my wells, just like this marathon training is, but I’m in one of those places where I am unsure I’ve got it in me. I’ve got plently of stories in me but can I get them out?

No, I’m not worried about either one of those things. But I am unsure.

I’ll just keep plodding foward unsure-edly.

 

From   and those before her:

 

Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.

Hmm. Well this should be interesting. The nearest book was the dictionary, so I went and got the most recent one I had been reading. I know. Not exactly by the rules. (But I couldn’t bring myself to admit that when I went to my bookshelf to blindly choose a book, the one in my hands was Nicholas Sparks’ A Walk to Remember…)

From Soul Survivor: How Thirteen Unlikely Mentors Helped My Faith Survive the Chuch by Philip Yancey…Page 123, Chapter 6, Leo Tolstoy and Feodor Dostoevsky

     “As I look back now on the cloister of Southern fundamentalism in which I grew up, I wonder if perhaps I suffered from a narcissistic disorder.”

Interesting. Aren’t we all narcissists?

Fascinating book, by the way. Don’t let the quote above throw you off. The man is an incredibly intelligent, honest human being with thought-provoking insights into his soul.