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Short story win       PRIDE

I am so delighted to have won TWO honourable mentions (with the third short story I entered also selected as one of 35 finalists) in this wide-reaching contest that attracted well over 1,000 entries, awarding only 12 prizes. And in my delight I’ve been sharing the news everywhere, many friends and associates rejoicing with my giggling joy.

I mean, who’d know if I didn’t tell them?

It’s encouraging to me to be recognized by such a popular, international contest (judged blind, my name not appearing on the entries). The money I received wasn’t significant, nothing like the Grace Irwin prize offered yearly by our own Canadian organization, The Word Guild. But gaining recognition in these types of contests tells me that I’m on the right track–and every writer needs that sort of encouragement. I hope that my advertising spurs on other writers in my circles to enter contests or send out pieces for publication, even older work like the stories I submitted. We need to get the word out that writers are appreciated and being read.

But I wonder where the line is between sharing of news and prideful crowing?

My husband and I have been reading Proverbs together in the mornings lately, and that book is chockfull of warnings against pride, such as:

When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom (11:2).

Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall (16:18).

One’s pride will bring him low, but he who is lowly in spirit will obtain honour (29:23).

My sister assures me that feeling proud is correct (as in the dictionary definition: “much pleased [exultant] . . . having proper self-respect”). I know that in my heart I don’t feel the sort of pride that elevates my own opinion of myself above others (as in the biblical story of Lucifer); rather, I give the glory to the God who created me and affords me the opportunity to write at this time in my life.

But even if my internal attitude is good, does my broadcasting come across to others as boastful? Maybe it is boastful. As Proverbs says:

Like clouds and wind without rain is a man who boasts of a gift he does not give (25:14).

These warnings demand self-reflection. My goal is humility, wisdom, lowliness in spirit: How does this interface with my sharing wonderful news that has the ability to cause envy in others? (I know this ability experientially, as nothing can rile up my covetousness like the publishing successes of others!)

How do I avoid becoming a cloud without rain? How do I better give of my gift?

5 responses to “PRIDE”

  1. I’ve been surprised by Christian writers freely sharing their successes. Not being in that situation, I don’t know what I would do. There is the proverb I drummed into my children in years past, “Let others praise you and not your own mouth.” But, as you say, this is just sharing information. Something to ponder…

    • Thanks for the comment, Eleanor. Over and over I’m being told by many sources that, especially in this current publishing environment, we writers need to market ourselves, but this doesn’t sit well with me. I’m conflicted.

  2. Lorenda says:

    I just noticed your last comment about feeling conflicted about marketing yourself. I would imagine that might partially be due to observing conceited writers or at least those who do not come across as humble. I don’t know who this blogger is but I just came across this post defining the difference between conceit and pride. I liked it: http://primility.com/difference-pride-conceit/

    • Lori, thanks for that interesting link. The blogger teases out the difference between pride and conceit, and the role of humility in allowing pride to express itself in a beneficial and proper way.

  3. elma neufeld says:

    Reading the link (Lorenda) on pride-conceit helped me to re-define the difference. I think some people can only see one side or the other. Maybe a reflection on their own views?

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Green Bean Soup 1          SIMMER, SCOOP, SLURP

Soup making is more art than science.

Baking chocolate cupcakes is science, as anyone who’s added a pinch too much soda knows. And of course entire cookbooks have been devoted to soup recipes (take the title of this post, which is the fictional name of a cookbook I refer to in my upcoming novel)–as though the exact ratio of water to bone really makes that much difference.

No, making soup is more a relationship than a religion. You taste your way into a good pot of soup.

So Mom and I put together a batch only partially following the Mennonite cookbook version some of you might know. Extrapolate on this “recipe” based on what’s in your fridge:

GREEN BEAN SOUP

Combine in pot and simmer till meat is tender:

  • 1 meaty ham bone, 1-2 pounds (we used a chunk of ham steak and a couple of links of smoked sausage)
  • 1 medium onion, chopped
  • 6 cups cold water

Remove meat and strain through cheesecloth (or just a sieve, as we did), returning broth to pot and add:

  • 2-3 cups fresh green beans (or yellow–or even the new purple kind), cut up
  • 3 carrots, sliced
  • 3 medium potatoes, cubed (better to use baby potatoes and don’t cut too small)
  • 1/4 teaspoon peppercorns in spice bag (or a good grinding of pepper straight into the pot)
  • Salt to taste

Simmer till veggies are tender, correct the seasoning, then add and simmer another half-hour:

  • 4 sprigs summer savory (this time we used a handful of fresh dill instead, just added at the end)

Cut meat from bone and return to the soup.

Serve with thick, yummy farmer’s cream or a scoop of sour cream (or both!) and slurp away.

Green Bean Soup 2Green Bean Soup 3

 

 

4 responses to “SIMMER. SCOOP, SLURP”

  1. Charlene says:

    Can’t wait to try this, Deb! Thanks for posting!

  2. Carol Bayntun says:

    We make this bean soup the way Mom always did. What I find interesting is that she called the herb in the recipe “papakrutte” which does mean savory. We try to use Winkler farmer sausage when we make this soup it has the smoky flavour built right in. I add both dill as well as savoury in this recipe. Realize of course that this recipe is best with fresh vegetable from the garden as well as freshly baked buns.

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 Sweet Taber Corn Corn Chowder finished         CORN CHOWDER

It’s corn season here in southern Alberta, where the long hours of sunshine ripen golden cobs to sweet perfection.

As some of you know, I’ve been collecting soup recipes for a while on behalf of the main character in the novel I’m currently drafting (almost done!). So in celebration of the season and my dear protagonist, Libby, I’d like to share another soup-making episode with you.

Sometimes after a corn feast, a few cobs remain. Rather than heat them as leftovers, I make this soup:

I sauté bacon, then use the drippings to soften a small chopped onion, a cubed potato, and some sliced celery. I make a roux with flour, add the de-cobbed corn, salt and pepper, and a box of chicken broth (though Libby doesn’t ever take shortcuts like that when an old hen is at hand), and simmer till cooked. Then I add a couple of glugs (say, ½ cup) of dry white wine and the same of heavy whipping cream, and heat just to a simmer. I top with shredded, aged cheddar and snipped chives.

WOWZER!

Now that you’re salivating, let me give you a “taste” of my novel. In this excerpt, Libby is applying for a job at a mom-and-pop diner named Phil ’Er Up—not at all haute cuisine—and initially the owner/chef seems disinterested:

“Experience?” Phil wiped his hands on his apron.

“I’ve worked with the public most of my adult life, usually in sales.” She hoped he’d skip over the part of her résumé that showed lack of references from her most recent employer.

“Cooking jobs?” Apparently Phil didn’t speak in full sentences.

“Uh, well not in a restaurant, per say, but I’m handy with soups.”

“Sorry, no openings.” Phil turned away, crumpling the sheet of paper into a ball and aiming at the garbage can.

“I should mention that I just completed a seminar over at the Belle . . .” She hadn’t finished her pathetic pitch before Phil spun around.

“Virgil Oxenbury’s seminar?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Got Simmer, Scoop, Slurp right here.” He reached for the cookbook and slapped it onto the counter between them. “Certified?”

“My certificate is coming in the mail.” She hoped so, anyway. “I love to design soups. I’ve been cooking since I was quite young and have a real repertoire of recipes I’d love to share with you.”

“Such as?” Phil removed his bib apron, waved towards a table, and poured two cups of coffee. She assumed she should sit.

“I make a terrific Beet Borscht with dill and shreds of beef—”

“No Ukrainian.”

“Um, well I have a great little Thai Chicken Coconut Soup with lemongrass and chili seasoning—”

“No Asian.”

Libby sipped her scalding coffee. Apparently this wasn’t a very ethnically diverse restaurant. What attracted Phil to Chef Virgil if not his global palate? She’d love to describe her fantastic concoction of Butternut Squash and Mango soup—fragrant with fresh ginger and turmeric—but Phil’s ban on Oriental flavors put the kibosh on that idea.

Libby glanced at the paper placemat menu lying on the table in front of her. Ah, he was playing to the Midwestern taste for down-home farm cooking. She could do that!

“My Corn Chowder would knock your socks off, Phil.”

To learn whether it does or not, you’ll have to wait till the novel is finished!

 

 

8 responses to “CORN CHOWDER”

  1. Charlene says:

    Oh my! Can’t wait to try this, Deb!

  2. This one has a new (soup) flavour from your first novel. I like it! Libby should consider marketing her soups in cans. “Follow the bouncing bean…” 😀

    • Hmm, you’re tapping into an element of my story that might please you, Eleanor! If only I could get this novel finished off! But I think novels (like good soup) take a certain time to simmer until all the flavours merge, don’t you?

  3. elma neufeld says:

    I can’t wait to read you’re next novel! But I’m not waiting to make this soup. I shall have some for supper tonight!

  4. Hi Deb – sounds great – both the soup and the book. 🙂

  5. Thanks, Marcia. Remind me–do you have food featured in any of your novels? Tell us about that!

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SUNHAT          NOT SO ENGAGING

I’ve been a very errant blogger of late because my head has been in the clouds of novel drafting. I’m just at the stage now of cleaning up my manuscript so I can see what I really have, and then I’ll  begin edits in earnest before I send it off for the perusal of a select few victims and finally pitch it to the agent of my dreams.

Also, it being summer, I’ve been physically running to and fro; for example, I spent five days in July celebrating my 60th in NYC with my daughters, and tomorrow afternoon I’m going tubing with them down the South Saskatchewan River. (Note the Chinese sunhat I’ll be donning for the event.)

And now another lovely dalliance has arisen, as I’m leading a couple of workshops for the Inscribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship conference in Edmonton on September 26-27–demanding some quality development time. I’ve been a women’s speaker for quite a few years now, with the Stonecroft organization and also more recently for several church retreats. However, this is my debut as a facilitator for writers, and I’m excited to share what I’m learning and stimulate conversation to learn more.

The conference, featuring the joyful and hilarious Phil Callaway as plenary speaker, has as its theme PROCLAIM THE WORDIt’s open for registration, if you’re an interested writer and plan to be in the area this fall.

Meanwhile, I have a manuscript to deal with, so I’m once again begging off from “engaging” further with you through plentiful posts. But drop a note into the comments below and tell me what’s keeping you busy this summer!

2 responses to “NOT SO ENGAGING”

  1. Renita says:

    Oh Deb, you are a woman of inspiration! I wish you God’s richest blessing and care as you embark on new journeys.

    You know, not so many years ago “60” was SENIOR and women of that ilk not only looked old, but worse, acted old! Thank you for evidencing that aging still means LIVING and living abundantly!! God is truly pleased by that I’m sure.

    I look forward to that new novel but in the meantime, take care of yourself spiritually, emotionally and physically! Love ya’

    • Renita, thank you so much for that blessing! Yes, 60 is the new 40, and I’m so thankful for my health and the JOY that I have in my life–the physical, emotional, and spiritual aspects you mention that we all need to care for.

      (Also, I’m thankful for good makeup that covers wrinkles and well-cut clothes that hide bulges; that doesn’t sound so very lofty, but it’s true!)

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          LEMONY YUM

A friend of mine in Saskatchewan—a neighbour I know from ranching days—is a farm wife who grows lentils. I asked her for her favourite recipe, then tweaked it a bit, and might use it as one of the soups appearing in my novel. (Feel free to improvise your own ingredients.)

It’s delish!

LEMON LENTIL SOUP

A splash of lemon-infused olive oil (a tablespoon or so)

A large onion, chopped

2 cloves garlic, finely chopped

1 tablespoon Hungarian paprika

1 teaspoon cumin

1 1/2 cups red lentils, cleaned and rinsed

6 cups chicken stock

Zest and juice of 2 large lemons

2 tablespoons fresh cilantro, finely chopped

To taste: sea salt from the South of France and freshly ground Turkish pepper brought home from Istanbul!

Method:

1. Heat oil in large saucepan.

2. Add onion, garlic, and paprika (or hot pepper flakes). Cook on low heat for 5 minutes.

3. Add cumin and lentils, combine well. Add stock, salt, and pepper, and bring to boil.

4. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer until lentils are tender and soup is beginning to thicken, about 30 minutes.

5. Add extra liquid if needed. Add lemon juice.

6. Serve sprinkled with cilantro (or regular parsley).

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2 responses to “Lemony Yum”

  1. Wendy Nelles says:

    Great post Deb.

    Encouragement is lifeblood for everyone.

    And I want to try that lentil soup recipe, sounds so good and so healthy!

  2. Thanks, Wendy! I have a few more recipes I’ll be posting over the next month or two–of soups that I mention in my upcoming novel (though it’s not meant to be a recipe book in any way and only hints at the actual ingredients or method). My main character, Libby Walker, is fixated on soups for a particular reason that comes clear at the end of the story. In fact, today I just made a batch of the very last soup mentioned in the book. But it’s a mystery I’m not giving away here–at least not yet! : )

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Vines in the South of France

FAN CLUB 

I just got off the phone with my dear friend Christelle, whom I met twenty years ago in a small town in the Savoie department of the Rhône-Alpes and who now lives in the South of France with her husband and two boys. Christelle is a true Frenchwoman, a university teacher who has taught me much about enjoying life (and food!). She tells me she’s enamoured with my novel, and our discussion today centred around her continuing education and her plans to use The Third Grace as a text in her graduate studies.

“I love how allusive of the Bible your writing is,” she said to me. “This isn’t common in France, and your book makes me want to go to the Bible and read it for myself.”

I get goosebumps just typing this. Here is a reader who understands my whole purpose in writing fiction! Someone—of another culture, at that—gets that my literary intention is to point back to the Scriptures, and is intellectually and spiritually stimulated to pursue God’s Word because of my imaginary story.

This is my satisfaction in writing—to know my words make a difference.

Two years ago this month, The Third Grace won The Word Guild’s prestigious Grace Irwin Award. You’d think this would be enough to carry me through the drafting of my second novel, almost done now. The validation of the award does go a long way in that direction and, anyway, I’m writing out of a solid conviction that I have a contribution to make. But yet I find myself flagging, wondering if all this time spent in my head really makes a difference to flesh-and-blood people out there in Real World.

My fan club is either minuscule or shy, but every now and then I learn about someone else who’s read my work. For example, upon request from a local business owner, I stopped by her establishment this past week to sign my book. When I walked in, she got all excited and dragged out her very worn copy (What, was she reading it in the tub?) for me to add my John Henry. It encouraged me to see her delight in having the signature of “the actual author” and hear her inquiry into when the next book would be out.

Granted, not everyone likes The Third Grace. I was at a cattle branding recently and a neighbouring rancher with cow poo on his boots told me his wife forced him to read it.

“I didn’t get it,” he said to me. “Your words are too long.”

I grinned and thanked him for his sacrifice in making it through to the end. I meant it; not many men I know have read the novel, and it honoured me.

I’m not alone in enjoying acknowledgment.

Yesterday I read a Facebook post from a fellow writer who’s many more times published than I am or might ever hope to be. Linda Hall expressed a similar thrill over a recent review of her latest book—number 19, I believe. That “famous” writer still gets a positive charge out of one review.

My point isn’t to elicit more praise from my readers! In fact, if you are compulsively driven right now to tell me how much you like my novel, please save it because I’ll know you think I’m pathetic.

My point is that for some reason I’ve tended to believe people who are having successes don’t need positive feedback from others, as though I should “save” my verbal support for those who are more obviously struggling in their lives. But my own experience with the publishing of my first novel, as well as my observation of those who are more proficient or qualified, is telling me something very different.

We all need encouragement.

How can I, today, spur someone on to love and good deeds (Heb. 10:24)?

Whom do you know needing a cheer of support, a confirmation that he or she makes a difference in your life? Perhaps it’s your pastor, or a politician, or another writer immersed in solitary work.

Join me in taking time today to tip your hat to someone you think shouldn’t need it.

4 responses to “FAN CLUB”

  1. Linda Hall says:

    Lovely sentiment. Lovely thoughts. I’ve never been to the south of France, but it’s definitely on my list. And yes, encouragement is so important.

  2. Linda, your words have often encouraged me. Your novels are wonderful, of course, but your personal comments have touched me deeply. The first time I met you, you’d just published THE JOSIAH FILES and told me that, no, I wasn’t too old to start writing novels! Then, years later when you facilitated a Write!Canada class, you said you understood me better by putting my face to my writing (“ethereal” is the word you used, I think). After my joyful win of the Grace Irwin Award at the banquet two years ago, you made a point to address me (in my flustered state) to assure me that, yes, I could write another book. Thank you for your support!

  3. Elma Neufeld says:

    It’s so good to read this, your blog. I work alone at my painting as you know and I understand the need for feedback of one kind or another. Why are we doing what we’re doing? Does it touch someone out there? Does my work speak? Then I ask myself is it fulfilling enough for the painter just to work on and on? Or the writer to write on and on? YES, in my point of view I’d say in the fullest sense it is. We know the drive behind our work, the passion that makes us do what we do. But when someone appreciates a work that’s been ‘created’ solely by one person it’s a huge encouragement, now no longer only one’s own opinion. I know I must remember to encourage others in all their work.

  4. Elma (Mom), thanks for sharing your perspective as a working visual artist. I wonder how often personality comes in to our choice of work. For example, I know many writers are introverts–it seems overwhelmingly to be the type that is attracted to writing (and I suspect painting as well)–though I am no introvert! So then your question of drive or passion begs a second question: Is the expression (writing, painting) fulfilling in itself, if it “disagrees” with personality type, to motivate the writer/artist to keep going? I suspect this has different answers for different people.

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Toes 3         THE TAO OF TOES

I’ve found a great pedicurist who makes my feet look cute. So for a break from my everyday schedule of writing that plays havoc with my neck and shoulders, I thought I’d book a different treatment at the same spa.

My appointment yesterday for a deep-tissue massage led to an interesting discussion with the therapist, whose answer to all life’s problems lay, she explained, in the personal application of astrology—a “scientific” system that I should use in getting to the psychic root of my muscular pains. Didn’t God place the stars in the heavens in the expectation that we would use the spiritual powers they afforded?

Earlier in the receiving lounge a waiting client, an aging truck driver wearing plaid flannel, witnessed to me about the wonderful help he was receiving there for his diabetes through reiki (which he pronounced “reekie” like it was a bad smell)—a Buddhist practice whereby the life force energy is transferred through the palms of the healer by the laying on of hands. During his testimonial to me, his portly wife finished her session and limped into the lounge to join us; yes, she proclaimed, her aura was finally adjusted.

Now, I live in a small city built upon the industries of agriculture and natural gas, where Sunday mornings the cops still set up radar traps to catch churchgoers. Most residents here are politically conservative and culturally down to earth, their feet firmly planted in the soil while their heads brush the heavens (to coin G.K. Chesterton). Yet, in the span of two hours, I faced the encroaching tide of Eastern mysticism so at odds with Western sensibilities—a philosophical corrective for our era, many would say, that allows the circular flow of “balance” to trump the linear march of propositional “truth” as the source of peace. All religions are the same, they declare; all cultural viewpoints carry equal validity for seekers of harmony.

Everyone is looking for inner peace, striving to find rest for the soul.

This is the message behind my next novel, which in my drafting has now hit the noteworthy word count of 80,000 (only 20K to go). I’m grappling with a character who believes—like the massage therapist yesterday—that she can chase down peace and the fullness of life if only she tries hard enough to let the organic fullness of The Universe speak into her existence.

In my story, Libby (a 50-ish, single salesclerk in Minneapolis who loves cooking soup and hates apartment living) is on the verge of her first house purchase after years of caring for her only real family—her recently deceased grandmother who is speaking to her from beyond the grave through a letter and the bequest of an antique child’s ring. But Libby’s younger friend Sybil (zany owner of Amulets Alternative Apothecary) is begging her instead to blow her budget on traveling with her to sacred places around the world—a monastery in Japan, a mountaintop in Africa, a mosque in Istanbul. They compromise with a road trip to North Dakota, up near the Canadian border, to take in a tour through a mansion museum led by the newly wed and very pregnant historian-curator Paige (who speaks on behalf of the town’s founder and builder of the mansion). In that old house Libby discovers her cultural heritage and the true meaning of “home,” to enter her personal rest.

Wish me luck (or, perhaps I should say, pray for providence) as I push on to the end of my theological exploration. Like any piece of fiction, my novel is just a little story—but I know how influential story can be to potential readers who are treading out their own walk of life.

 

8 responses to “THE TAO OF TOES”

  1. Looking forward to this, Deb. Stories can make a big difference in readers’ lives.

    • Thanks, Janet! Your own stories testify to this truth!

      For others reading this comment, I recommend you buy Janet Sketchley’s novel HEAVEN’S PREY, wherein the main character comes face-to-face with a brutal rapist-murderer and the question of forgiveness.

  2. Elma Neufeld says:

    Deb, I can’t wait to read your book. Thanks for this appetizer!

  3. Gwen says:

    Sounds pretty interesting and timely, Deb. I look forward to reading this novel.

    • Thanks, Gwen. In fact, YOU have been an inspiration for some of it, with your direction towards sources that deal with the “New Spirituality” making its home among us. I trust that this novel will be provocative; I’m working at saying something without coming right out and saying it. How artistique of me, non?

  4. Ingrid Bizio says:

    Can’t wait to read it, my friend!!! I chuckled at the pronunciation of “Reiki” and could literally picture the truck driver in plaid flannel and his portly wife!

    • Thanks for your response, Ingrid. You and I have missed a lot of coffee opps because of my nose being in this manuscript. I will emerge eventually into society again and meet you at Starbucks!

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Thai soup complete          THAI CHICKEN SOUP

I found a lovely looking recipe on Pinterest and modified it to my taste. I think I’m going to include it in my novel, having my main character brew it up. Check it out!

First, I diced and browned in olive oil in my cast iron soup kettle:

  • 2 large chicken breasts

Then I lightly sautéed in olive oil these veggies:

  • 1 large onion, chopped (1 cup)
  • 4 cloves garlic, finely chopped
  • 2 tablespoons grated ginger root

I added these, and the chicken, to the pot:

  • 1 cup diagonally sliced carrots
  • 2 tablespoons Thai sweet red chili sauce
  • 1 tablespoon dried lemongrass
  • 4 cups chicken broth

After simmering for about half an hour, I added till tender:

  • 1 medium red bell pepper, cut into strips
  • 2 cups quartered mushrooms
  • ¼ cup chopped fresh basil leaves
  • 1 can (14 oz) coconut milk

I finished with:

  • 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice

 Delicious!

THAI CHICKEN

 

 

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Comfort 1          COMFORT          Comfort soup

I think I’ve had it wrong. The word comfortable has always sparked mental pictures for me of down bedding or a steaming bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup.

But a recent reading educated me.

Our English word comes from the Old French verb conforter (to comfort). It is made up of two Latin words meaning “with” (used as an intensive to infer a great degree) and “strengthen” or “embolden.” That is, to comfort means to strongly reassure, to fortify, to make strong. It wasn’t until the middle of the 17th century that the word took on the idea of comfort as something that produced physical ease.

Add to this the Greek for paraklesis (such as we see in the biblical “God of all comfort” and several other applications to Father, Son, and Spirit), and my picture of a cozy bed or soothing soup loses force.

If I want to get or give comfort, I guess I need to learn about something more than linens and food!

4 responses to “COMFORT”

  1. Heidi says:

    Thank you for this post. I will take a closer look at this etymology. It is wonderful to be sharpened so we divide the Word correctly.

    • Thank you, Heidi. The writer who drew my attention to this word was D.G. Barnhouse. Have you ever read his work? My husband and I are currently reading his commentaries on Genesis and Thessalonians (very interesting and not at all dry like most research/factual commentaries–more like a personal interaction). I recommend Barnhouse!

  2. Gwen says:

    Deb, this also gives further meaning to the Holy Spirit being called our Comforter in John 14:16 (KJV). Good thoughts, thanks.

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Doldrums         THE DOLDRUMS

I’m a bit under the weather today. Not sick, exactly—just slight chills and dizziness and, mostly, a feeling of lethargy.

If I worked for someone else, I couldn’t quite justify taking the day off. As a writer-at-home, I was so looking forward to picking up drafting on my novel, set aside during a recent family vacation. But now I find myself with so much to do and no will to do it, leaving me discontent—as though my day is wasted while it’s only early afternoon, as though I’ve lost confidence in my life vocation that usually keeps me motivated and productive.

I’ve been reading today; it helps me justify my down time. This morning I cracked open a book about the afterlife, started in on my first volume of a new subscription to an academic literary journal, and wiled away some time on the ’Net.

My surfing led me to a lovely post by a blogger who advised that, though:

The world is broken and we are subject to fear, discouragement and loss of confidence,

I need only (in the words of Oswald Chambers) to:

Never let the sense of past failure defeat [my] next step [but instead] . . . Get up, and do the next thing.

So I think I will be good to myself and (in this order):

  • Listen to my body whispering that all is not quite right, and so take a nap, and then
  • Listen to my sister, who sagaciously messaged me this morning after I’d complained to her, recommending I take joy, and then
  • Listen to my soul that longs to create something worthy, take up my pen (aka, my laptop), and get back to drafting.

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