Day 22 NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo 

is National Novel Writing Month, 

a month long challenge to write a novel 

throughout the month of November. 

Should I clean or write or cook?

I look around my house and notice the dust and hair that needs to be swept.  I can't do anything about it.  I take pride in having a clean house.  I think about how I like to decorate my house for the holidays.  I could ask my kids to pick up the slack, but I know they won't do it as well as me.

No. My family is not starving!

If anyone comes to my house, please disregard those dust bunnies.  Just know that my pets might want to hitchhike on your clothes or shoes.  Anyway, the only thing I am accomplishing is my writing, which is the only stress reliever left to me, since I can't crochet.  I don't have energy for much else; fortunately, we do have food to eat; I just can't prepare it myself. 

I feel so useless, but I have to be easy on myself.  I think that perhaps I've been through a lot this year.  I should not be hard on myself.  The problem is that my house is a reflection of me.  Oh, well, I'll just pray that mercy from God flows to and through me.

In order to write today, I played my old Christian music.  Yeah!  Guess I haven't mentioned much about that.  I wrote to the music of the Newsboys.  I hadn't heard that music in a long time. 

My heart was healing while listening to my music and writing my novel.

At times, I received comfort.  At other times, I gained insight about my loving characters.  Yes, the music gave me some inspiration.  The music I heard helped me to cement some ideas I have about life.  God was definitely in the details about situations in my life (even in my fictional story), and He was telling me that I have been on the right track.

Let me say this: Nothing happens by accident.  

Trust in God to use the situations in your life, even novel writing, to reveal Himself.  You see, I was writing about a father-daughter relationship.  As I listen to the music, still, He is revealing His love for me.  I've been needing His touch in my life just like I've received today.  To be reminded that God is my loving Father is a great comfort to me; this is akin to what has happened in my story when Mr. Donatello comforted his daughter, Jilly Anne, after a harrowing ordeal with an abusive boyfriend.


My dear friends, thanks for reading this latest update about my NanoWriMo adventures.  Stay tuned for more.