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The Book Challenge Returns

 

I’ve actually read about 8 or 9 more books since I last posted this series in February, but time got away from me, and other lame excuses. If you’ll bear with me, I’ll try to catch up on the books I’ve read (and keep reading on my goal to finish 25 books this year that aren’t related to my work).

I explain the personal challenge here, but in a nutshell, I’ve challenged myself to read a variety of books this year, and post my reviews. So here goes with book #4.

 

Madeline L’Engle {Herself}

compiled by Carole F. Chase

 

Madeline L'EngleI loved this book. It’s a collection of snippets from Madeline L’Engle’s workshops and advice to writers. I didn’t read it in one sitting. Instead, I endeavored to read one passage at a time and reflect on her advice. It was too good, though, and I’d find that I had read 5 or 6 entries before realizing that my intent was to savor the book. Silly me. It’s just so rich, and speaks so very perfectly to my writer’s heart.

She offers the following advice about getting started, and I find I suffer from the same experience:

The hardest part is the first three sentences. Sitting down with pen and paper and just getting those first three sentences out. I sometimes have to write my way into something knowing that that first paragraph is just preliminary, but I have to write myself in. It’s like being in a cold lake and sometimes you have to go in toe by toe. Some of you can plunge in, but not always; you have to write your way into it. And then you’re swimming.

 

 

 

Anniversaries, Memories, and Love

popA year ago today my father passed away after a long battle with cancer.

Fucking cancer.

Beautiful things have happened since then. Things he’s missed from our perspective — but I trust he’s seen from a better angle. Milestones and victories. Adventures and daring deeds. More often than not, simply the daily grind.

I remember him in this dug up post from 2013 — a musical message from him, and my response.

I miss him, but I encounter him in every corner of my life, especially if there’s music. Especially if there’s percussion. Where there’s a beat, a heartbeat, there he is.

Door: Weekly Photo Challenge

doorThere’s a door beyond this inviting path. I can’t see it, but I know it’s there. I can see past the sea oats to a building, and that vision houses possibilities.

I’ve let myself get a little lazy, a little complacent. It’s time to take out the old dreams, a little dusty now, and shake them up. Bring them outside into the sunshine. Follow a few.

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.

C. S. Lewis

I was immediately drawn to this path when I saw it and wondered what might be on the other side. I’ve recently been thinking about the future and the possibilities for personal growth. My new book coming out this fall has opened some new doors for me and put me on a path of adventure, even though I admit it’s a little scary, too.

I’m ready to walk past those oats, over the bridge, and open that door.

 

 

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