Tuesday Evening, March 10

Not that anyone will see this, ‘cause I won’t be linking it on ye Fycebykke, but . . .

1) This week I’m not allowed to read. What?! you ask. Don’t be alarmed; it’s part of the Artist’s Way, and the big requirement for the fourth week is not to read.

2) It hasn’t even been 24 hours and you’d think I’d be growing hair on my palms by this time, but not so. That said, reading is such an important part of my daily life! News, daily devotional, books in the bathroom, books on the nightstand, always taking something to read with me out of the house, etc. etc. etc. What on earth am I going to do?!

3) The answer is write, get in tune with my own words instead of someone else’s. Already today I’ve written a column and half. And I’m cooking. I collated photos of my grandmother’s house into a small photo album. I’m more in my life than otherwise.

4) So if I don’t get back to you for a few days, call me! It’s not forbidden to talk voice to voice.