Sitting in the living room by the fire with Christian before dawn, Jack snoozing on the floor at his feet, Scout half-heartedly complaining about her furry early morning life... Christian has suggested that I start trying to write my story. Let's see...
Stories, and the telling of them, begin in the most unlikely of places. (If I really do get motivated to commit my story, unfictionalized, to paper, can I use Kate DiCamillo's literary device of addressing the Reader? "I think, reader, that...") Or perhaps inserting the Narrator into the plot line, a la A.A. Milne...
It looks cold. The morning sunlight is sparkling in the frost on the roof shingles. Too cold yet to face scurrying around hanging Christmas lights on the Cryder house...
Last meeting of the Galatians Explorers group last night, and final Membership group meeting tonight – then Sabbath month for the holidays. The year is winding down. What's next?
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