Westwoods

  My sister once time told me, she hates when writers talk about their writing or their blockages and inspirations. Every since then, I have been sensitive to not doing this. Mostly, because I didn't want to be on her bad writer list. But also because I kind of agreed with her. There is nothing worse than hearing someone express thoughts as if its a real problem and no one cares. It's just noise in an already noisy world. Anyway, I am a writer. I know this because I write about everything. I write to sort out life and why people behave as they do and what makes sense or doesn't make sense. One important lesson for a writer, is to not take too much advice from non-writers. Don't let others' opinions dissuade you from creativity, character growth, and from expanding your art-form. Keep after wording correctly. I am drawn to teaching as well. I am eager to learn so I expect others are too. If I have learned and relearned a very important lesson, I feel the deep need to...

  So far today... I made a pot of coffee and turned the dryer back on because those bathroom rugs did not finish drying. I let the dog out and refilled his water. I remade the bed because there are only a few hours in be-tween of sleep being taken there. (Bruce's night job) I made breakfast...bacon, eggs, and toast, for Bruce and Shaunti. I drank several cups of coffee while reading a little in Deut. Psalm and Gal. somehow they all once again have a common thread. One of the old law and obedience and the other the new law and the spirit living in us...no longer bound to the old but made new in Christ...still obedience but walking after the spirit...no longer serving the flesh. Wrote in my journal for a minute. Got distracted with something. Can't remember what. Filled the dishwasher, washed off counters, and started a load of laundry. Ate breakfast and placed an Amazon order of sandals, a belt, and Corelle dishes. Put silverware in my Amazon Cart for Shaunti for later... Let th...