I love this little Joseph. Something tells me the real Joseph didn't have such a big grin on his face when he found out Mary was pregnant. And any grin he might have had when the angel showed up to tell him it was all going to be okay and that he should go ahead and marry Mary must have looked a little more nervous than this one. It stands to figure that he must have been afraid, or the angel wouldn't have told him not to be.
One of the things that struck me from this weekend away was that I need to be writing every day. And so the past couple of mornings, I've sat down in the living room with my computer as soon as Toben's left to take the girls to school. I've spent an hour writing before heading upstairs to take a shower or into the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes or down to the basement to start the laundry.
I'm working on a short magazine article that's due next week, and also writing a chapter for my next book proposal. In a spurt of confidence, I promised my agent I'd send him a chapter next week. And though I'm nervous about getting it done, I think I can do it.
Toben and I are headed to South Bend later this week to do a television show for Happily Ever After. We have long layovers in Chicago and time on the plane, so I'll take my computer and make some progress.
I've found that it helps to think of writing a book in terms of writing a series of related essays to make up a chapter, then chapters to make up a book. And to take it just one sentence at a time!