Sunday Was Not a Day of Rest

Sunday Was Not a Day of Rest

Painting a flower and writing about Michelle Obama.
Painting a flower and writing about Michelle Obama.

I woke up today with the hopes of finishing a writing project that I started with a friend. It’s not for school, but I’m a little ahead of the game in that regard, so I thought it would be good to knock it out.

Bromleigh was otherwise occupied presenting her thoughts on parenting to a church that is using Hopes and Fears for their Lenten study.  I wondered how much writing I could really get done with the kids around.

It turns out that I was able to write for several hours. Which was good. I thought that it would take less time, because I always think it will take less time. But the story wouldn’t end.  Eventually, I was able to end it, though there are going to have to be some major revisions to make the ending any good. You can tell I just wanted to finish it off. Regardless, I wrote 7,000 words, and they will be there later when I have to fix them. It’s always good to get that first draft done.

It was lucky that my daughters were occupied with their own creative endeavors. I have to say, they weren’t too bad today. At times, they argued with each other, but for the most part, I was able to work in peace. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t really eat. I had about two pots of coffee, though. That counts, right?

With that project out of the way, I can focus on cleaning up my critical paper and submitting some creative work for my first packet, which is due on March 3rd.

I finished up just as Bromleigh got home, and I was even able to get in a few games of Candy Land with the girls. As Ice Cube would say, today was a good day.

 

 

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Josh Hammond writes things. He has an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Hamline University.

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