is stillness overrated? (a short report from home base)

Well. We came back from Festival on Sunday, and ever since I have been reviewing notes, and rethinking my writing, and itching to read more, and, and, and…

I’ve barely had time to get settled in, but tomorrow I dash off to Nashville--my older sister is running the half-marathon, and I’m going to cheer her on. Then, the next week, I’m off to see my younger sister graduate from college. (Let me pause a second. That thought makes me a little dizzy. Are we really old enough that she can graduate??) The week after that, yes, I’m traveling once more…

Which means that these in-between days aren’t as still as they could be. I can almost catch my breath, but not quite… not quite.

Festival was astonishing, in every way. I’m brimming with new ideas about writing and reading and faith and truth… Ideas I’d like to apply to my book, if I could just remember what it was I was writing in the first place. My protagonist feels like a dim memory… like a best friend from first grade. I can barely remember her face, and haven’t a hope of remembering her voice. A bit frightening, actually. I don’t want to lose touch with my story.

And so, the Festival debriefing will have to wait, though I have lots to say. In the meantime, I’m packing my bags for the Music City…


mom and me. can you tell that our brains are bulging? this is after nearly three days of lectures, readings, book browsing, and conversation… quite a conference! --jl

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