Last night, while fast asleep, I had the craziest dream.
In my mind, a person who looked just like me interrupted my happy little dream. She barged onto the set like a movie director, waving her arms around and shouting: “Cut! Cut! This simply won’t work!! Your dream needs more active verbs! We’ve got far too much passive-voice going on here!”
I awoke, startled.
This was my cue to step away from writing for a few days. I might just need a wee bit of a break.
For the last several days, except when sleeping or eating, my face has been about two feet away from the computer screen. The finger I use to roll the mouse thingy up and down? It looks calloused. My eyes have begun to glaze over.
But oh my, thanks be to God … What a productive week! The girls have been away at “city camp” with their Aunt Lisa and Uncle John, and I have been at home on the farm, writing stories for my upcoming book. And, … I have officially crossed the half-way mark on this manuscript! A modern-day miracle, I tell you. (I am the slowest.writer.ever.)
But it’s time to step away for a few days, to live my story, instead of write it. I’m going to go out and live some active verbs: to play, to laugh, to love.
I’ll see you Sunday or Monday or whenever that crazy movie-director lady disappears.
Thank you for your love and encouragement, friend. You are absolutely cherished.