I woke up Thursday morning determined to write something other than thank-you notes for the flowers and gifts of food. I started by posting on my author Facebook page after a three-month hiatus. If you read this blog regularly, you will know why.
Then, this blog. (I don’t write it on Sunday morning. Really, I need the time to get ready for church. I love being able to schedule my posts.)
All of which is leading me to get back to THE NOVEL. I have never suffered from writer’s block and I don’t know why I am so hesitant to pick it up where I left off.
Last night I woke up around midnight, my breath caught in my throat and my heart pounding so hard I thought it would break a rib. A sound, a thump…
Someone in the house!
I have never lived alone, literally. From home to college and a dorm mate, to marriage. Even after my divorce, I still had three active boys sharing my living space. Then remarriage. And now, alone. And scared.
My heart beating a little slower, I listened carefully. Another thump. I realized it was the cat, leaping from a place she shouldn’t have been to the floor. A few minutes later she hopped on the bed and seeing I was awake, demanded a round of petting.
No intruder. We snuggled awhile and I went back to sleep.
It’s the same with the work-in-progress. What I am afraid of is something that doesn’t exist except in my over-active imagination.
Isn’t that true of most of the things that scare us? We’ve been through the worst, so it makes us a little leery. But it needn’t make us so afraid we can’t function. I check each night to make sure all the doors are locked. A policeman lives up the street whom I can call any time. I feel secure.
This hiatus is simply a bump in the night. Daylight always comes.
Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. (Psalm 30:5)