I’ve been doing writing-related work all morning, and am still enjoying the thrill of having it suddenly become a major part of life again. I feel utterly at home, scribbling, planning, researching. I even phoned a magazine this morning; at least I tried to – they were having problems getting used to a new switchboard and I accidentally got put through to a different magazine (under the same company). This caused much amusement all round, but resulted in my feeling much more relaxed about calling again. That’s what happened when I phoned World Vision about Fragile World, if I remember. Make me laugh, and any tension melts away.
So I intend to pepper my days with smiles and in-jokes, even if I’m the only one who hears them. A light hearted touch at life with a good dose of appropriate sensitivity seems to result in constructive daily writing. It underlines this that I actually received a rejection this morning, but did not let it throw me. I merely altered my plan of action over that particular piece of work.
Hope – that is what I am still experiencing, sometimes almost torrential. When you have struggled with feeling hopeless for extended amounts of time, weeks, months, even years, it catches your breath. And it brings forth an automatic prayer of thanks.
So there you are – hope and laughter – together they bring that much needed smile to spur me on through the day.