Happy Feast of the Archangels! A Janeite cannot let Michaelmas go by without some sort of commemoration. The Crofts have taken possession of Kellynch and Mr. Bingley of Netherfield Park. Mrs. Jennings’ predictions of so-and-so being married and settled at Delaford have yet to come to fruition. Or have they?
I am taking possession of my own domain—my writing domain—this Michaelmas with a 30-day resolution to write 500 words/day. No less than 500, and not too much more. Right now, I both need the challenge of consistency and the limit of a small word count. I have a lot going on; large word counts are out.
My goal is to write something every day. It might be the novel, it might be a blog post, it might be something for Real Housekeeping or CatholicMom.com. What it is doesn’t matter; that I write a little every day does.
Given that I attribute much of my writing success to my Guardian Angel, who wakes me up in the mornings to write, this feast day is an appropriate day to recommit myself to my work.
The kids and I returned from Oregon this past Saturday. My brother and his new wife said their I dos on the 20th; now I have a lovely new sister-in-law.
Jared joined us for the weekend of the wedding, while the kids and I stretched our trip out to almost two full weeks. This gave me plenty of time to visit with my immediate family as well as my grandparents and my aunt and uncle who flew to Oregon from Missouri and Texas, respectively. We had a family barbecue the day after the wedding, and other aunts, uncles, and cousins came, some of whom I haven’t seen for ages.
It was good. Very good….