I haven't been writing much these past few days. There's no real reason for that, just a general lack of motivation. I'm not feeling any of my stories in my bones, and while I can sit down and write anyway, it's not as fun as usual, so I've been reading instead. And repairing torn clothes, and calling relatives, and doing other useful things that I tend to put off in favor of writing, so I suppose it all works out in the end.
It's just kind of gray.
On to other things. ( My church has been without a settled minister... )
(In a sad and mostly unrelated note, Rev. Sears's wife, Linda, died of breast cancer in March. She was a wonderful, gracious woman, and helped me get my first job in Ithaca. She will be missed by many people.)
It's just kind of gray.
On to other things. ( My church has been without a settled minister... )
(In a sad and mostly unrelated note, Rev. Sears's wife, Linda, died of breast cancer in March. She was a wonderful, gracious woman, and helped me get my first job in Ithaca. She will be missed by many people.)