After several days of playing second hand shop merchant (an unsuccessful one, at that) and a Sunday morning dedicated to the recording of the second episode of "The Rite Of Song", I happily find myself back here; in the early morning, with my coffee and words at my fingertips.
There are deadlines looming. A redesign of the workbook for JT Gunter and my upcoming course on how to create a podcast is due Wednesday afternoon and my last rewrite/design check for the book and workbook for the "Respark" series is due within two weeks. I've been holding a steady pace of about five thousand words a day, but when editing, things slow down a bit. You become cautious and careful, which for someone like myself, is quite draining. From experience, I have found that while tracking words and using various methods of productivity can have some effect, one eventually just has to settle in and tell the story, hoping that it will all come out well in the end.
Last week, while meeting JT for our weekly coffee chat and work session, I stood to go to the restroom. On my way there, I spotted a book called "Spark", which was a lovely and beautifully crafted journal, filled with prompts all directed toward helping other's rediscover their creative selves. As you can imagine, I was partially horrified and relieved that Draven Grey had talked me out of using the title "Spark" months ago, on account of it actually being the title of a book surrounding Cirque Du Soliel's creative process. While my book and either "Spark" are not the same, the territory around the name is feeling a little crowded. Therefore, I feel the need to change the name, although I don't have the faintest idea of what the new title might actually be. I stand waiting for inspiration. It will come soon, I hope.
A little later this morning, I will be taking my mother to breakfast with the now retired faculty of Notre Dame Catholic School where she taught for nine years and where I just completed my service this past June. Since it is the first day of school, all of us no longer there will connect, some possibly for the last time, and raise a toast (which might actually be toast) to all of those poor, unlucky bastards who have to start school today.
In other news, I'm happy not to be starting school today. But I do miss the children and my friends at Notre Dame already...