It's not something I've done well lately. And I was reflecting on it tonight. Praying about it. I love to write. I love to record my life, my thoughts. I have ideas about things I want to write daily.
Yet I have failed to put pen to paper, or fingers to keys much lately. This summer actually. Since I resigned/retired from my pastoral job. Perhaps I needed more refreshing than I thought. Perhaps I needed to rest my brain. I have certainly done that.
I'm hoping as my nursing classes begin, as two of my three head off to school, that new routines will come and my writing will resume. Writing a book is a "bucket list" item. I don't even care if said book is published or makes money, but to write a cohesive unit on a topic is something I would love to accomplish. The development of a book is as exciting to me as writing it. Like crafting a sermon or a talk. The skeleton is as important as the flesh.
Summer is winding down. My middle baby is starting kindergarten. I'm worried about entertaining my littlest one at home without her sisters and without preschool. She's not a great independent player. But somehow I will need to teach her to be. To find ways to occupy her that are beneficial to her development. I don't want to park her in front of the TV. But I will have schoolwork to do while her sisters are gone. I'm about to familiarize myself with free preschool curriculum.
I know we will find that rhythm. But it's on my mind a lot. I'm ready for it to get here, so we can start. Yet I want to cherish these last drops of summer.
I would love to know. What are your favorite books that inspire you to write?