In my most recent writing course, the professor asked us to contemplate how we reach readers. Hmm… Well, beyond classwork and Facebook posts, I barely do. You see I’m merely a part-time author who battles time, persistence, and focus. I know a solution is to follow a writing routine. Well, I got a better chance of seeing Jesus in a floral robe strolling the beach for shells and leaving footprints in the sand than I do sitting down daily to write creatively.
No matter what cute pair of heels, flip flops, or stylish boots I wear, I admit to having a heavy driver’s foot.
Although I regret the speeding tickets I’ve been issued over the past thirty years, I still regress and end up pushing the pedal past the speed limit. I am usually in a hurry, running late, and rushing around. This Speedy Gonazalez persona isn’t good for anyone.
Yesterday, began gently without an alarm clock. It was the first of a twelve day winter break from teaching and school. My teenagers and husband weren’t home, so I treated myself to some extra relaxation with one of the many to-be-read books on my nightstand. The sunshine beamed through the blinds targeting my dogs who basked in the extra brightness, snoring in warm-and-fuzzy harmony