Yesterday ended with snow. Not much, but the heavy and wet kind followed by a freezing cold night. Today began with sunshine and those wonderful bright blue shadows you can only find on sunny, fresh snow mornings.
I ran some errands and took a couple of quick photos, then put my nose to the grindstone… I mean, computer screen, and typed away on a paper that is due tomorrow. There were occasional work-related e-mail interruptions. I do wish that my inbox wasn’t on the same surface as my workspace sometimes.
Shortly before noon, after some persistent wet-nosed prodding from Carmen the dog, I looked out the window and realized the sun was gone!
How do a whole morning and shift in weather slide by without notice?
Writing. I enjoy writing almost as much as I once enjoyed painting. I feel about the same level of certainty that I’m creating so much crap while I’m at it, but I lose time. Hours and hours of it. There’s a difference though. With writing, when I’m done … I don’t know whether it’s maturity level or practice or what, but I’m almost confident that the end result isn’t half bad. Might not bring another A, but won’t bring a C either. I can honestly say I never felt that once when I was finished with a painting. Mostly because I was never really sure when I was finished! With writing, however, it’s glaringly apparent. One minute I’m editing the umpteenth draft and the next minute I can do nothing more to it. It’s finished.
Maybe I should try that painting thing again… It’s been a decade and a half. I’m definitely older, so probably a little wiser, right? Maybe.
This latest paper was a complicated thing. The coursework was on the history of Christian liturgy and we were to draw up a service plan for our worship tradition and then explain our choices in an 8-10 page paper. My service plan (in excruciating detail) was 8 pages long. My paper was 9 pages, explaining why I chose the date of the service, the words spoken, the hymns sung, and what points I thought the sermon ought to include. And I had to draw a floorplan. Excruciating detail. I chose the first Sunday of Advent. The beginning of the liturgical year. And I think I would have enjoyed being a part of the worship service I designed. There’d be an awful lot of singing…