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Here is for any of you that may remain.
Today was the first day of my 90 day project on kickstartr.com called "A Novel That Made A Cold Woman Cry.
Last night, my intentions were to begin the project today, by getting up at 7 AM and start typing.
It didn't quite work out that way.
Because as soon as I clocked off work a little after midnight and headed home, something started telling me do nothing today. It is Sunday. A day of rest. And it also told me... to go to church.
Now keep in mind I am NOT a church going person. I can't remember when I last went. But the thought was very insistent that I do nothing today on the book because it is "work" and Sunday is for rest.
So I said, OK, I'll do nothing. But I will also wait a day to start the project. The "voice" told me in no uncertain terms.... No you won't. You will start the project today as you planned.
So I agreed. Realizing that if I took every Sunday off for three months, I would llose twelve whole working days.
The voice told me don't worry. So I went home, got in bed, thinking I would worry about the going to church part when I woke up.
But I couldn't sleep. And before I knew it ideas were coming to me left and right, for about two hours, on how to improve the plot of the book. Until finally I had to tell my mind, that's enough. I have to sleep.
And I realized as I fell asleep, I was being "paid" for doing what my inner voice told me to do. And paid quite well. The book will be much better for my relaxing and listening to my inner voice.
When I woke up I asked my wife if she wanted to go to church, but we decided we better not, as our daughter was at a Halloween sleepover, and we didn't know what time she would call to be picked up.
So I took it easy all morning. Went to a flea market, relaxed, returned home, picked up my daughter, ate a late lunch, and then... took a nap.
All the time wondering still, had I done the right thing, but knowing that I had.
And when I woke up from the nap, I rolled over on my back and looked up, and there was
a very faint rainbow on the ceiling of my room.
It was caused by light coming in through a window and a storm window somehow creating a prisim that cast the red yellow green blue narrow bands faintly before my eyes.
You can call it what you want. I choose to believe it was a sign.
A sign that my faith is faint, but I am on the right track.
Just like Allen in the sample chapter of the book project I am working on here.
I guess the bottom line I learned here on the first day of the project is this:
Sunday IS a day of rest. And my writing will be better for doing it.
And I also guess, that Sunday will be the day each week that I blog about how the project is going.
Today... it went very well.
Though I can not find the project anywhere, not in the recently launched area or anywhere.
But now I have a voice inside me
that tells me all the time...
Don't worry about it.
I sat in the grass today and played with my dogs.
And picked up a beautiful leaf that had fallen and had many colors in it,
as it died.
What is success? What is failure?
Don't worry about it.
Just do the best you can do, at whatever you are doing.
Will.
Sunday
November 1, 2009.
Willbevis.com