Saturday, 7 November 2015
I didn’t have a spare minute to write. Thankfully I was already ahead of my word count. The day was a blur: take the kids to swimming lessons, a belated birthday party for Miss 11, straight off to church for Master 13’s volunteer duty, and then I went out for an impromptu night out for dinner with some friends. It was my first time setting foot inside church in two months and, tired as I was, it was good to see friends I hadn’t seen in several months. It sounds like we’ve all been very busy with in-real-life commitments. I got home by 11pm, flopped on the couch to watch a few episodes of Haven, and then crawled into bed around 1 am and fell asleep reading ghost stories.
Sunday, 8 November 2015
Socialising really takes it out of me. So does church – especially as a huge nondenominational mega church with all the flashing lights and loud music. It occurs to me I find nothing spiritually recharging or helpful about it at all these days. Going there last night was a good reminder as to why I’ve avoided it for about three months now.
I didn’t manage to wake up until quite late, by which time the kids and husband were already up and living the sunny day. While they were out for a bike ride, I took the opportunity to catch up on housework and listen to a Rev Dr Cynthia Bourgeault lecture on centering prayer and contemplative practice. Now it’s 2.15 pm, sun shining and cicadas chirping outside (summer is so close!), the cats and human children are fed and sleeping, and it’s time to get back into the imaginary realm of my nanowrimo story. Which is going pretty well, by the way.
Current word count: 13,291 / 50,000 words.
Soundtrack: silence… sort of. Also the sound of my kids yelling at their school friends through their headsets while they play online video games.