I’ve been so busy with the novel this past week I really haven’t done much here (except for updating you about the progress of the novel, natch).
It’s been a good weekend. Yesterday, I, my parents, my brother, sister-in-law and nephews from Smyrna went to Linden to see one of my other nephews (my sister’s 11-year-old son) in his junior-pro football playoff game. He got a hard hit and had to leave the game, which they lost, but it was good to be there anyway. It was also fun after the game, when my father broke the news to my 13-year-old niece about a planned family outing to Pigeon Forge, Tenn., Thanksgiving weekend. My niece’s squeal of delight was worth the trip.
This evening, we had a prayer service at my church. We’ve had some divisions in recent months, over the departure of a popular associate pastor and over a proposal to buy property for new construction. This meeting was intended as a time of prayer and praise, not mentioning any of the divisive issues but simply concentrating on our church and its mission. Not everyone was there who needed to be, but I think we had a good turnout and a powerful time of prayer and praise.
The novel is still behind pace — but in a strange way, I don’t mind. I have been writing every day, and I’m proud of that, and while it’s still a rush job, I like parts of it very much and may have to go back and work on it after the month ends, whether I finish it by Nov. 30 or not.