Piano was my major when I first went to college. Before you get the wrong idea, it was not at a school known for its piano prodigies. I didn’t have to try out or take a music theory test or send in an audition video to get in. I simply declared it, and it was. For a while.
It wasn’t long before I realized how very much practice was expected of piano majors. The bottom line was that I didn’t love it enough to get better.
Now I’m writing. And writing. And writing. I have designated writing days marked off on the calendar. On those days, after getting the kids off to school, I head to my chair and I sit. I never know what is going to come out.
Writing this book is humbling, overwhelming and even a little bit lonely. I pray. I think. I procrastinate. Sometimes I cry. But before the time is over, I write. And something always happens, because I love it enough to get better.
So this is me, saying hello from beneath the weight of a deadline. And thank you for your kind support.
Tomorrow I will be posting another Glimpse of Home, a simple photo project. Join me?