Sunday Sundries … On a Monday Morning Early
It was a beautiful Sunday, they are telling us that this week, will be more of the same. We will see the warmest temps yet this summer, this week.
Thank God for Air Conditioning.
I spent some time reviewing my outline and did some additions, and thought about the writing process and how it was going to go. I guess I won’t figure that out, until I actually sit down and start writing.
I spoke to my writing coach this evening on the way home, and I told him that I had finished the theme section and my graph was complete. And he suggested I start writing. I would rather sit on my outline for a few days to think about it and let thoughts foment and let things fall where they may. And on Saturday, we can do another read through, to see what comes out of our discussion of the new material. He agreed with me.
I find it better to have two minds on the process because he is well versed in literature and language and he sees things that I don’t. I tell him stories about the stories and I get his feedback and also his vision as he sees the project roll out.
I need to talk to my aunt to get some info from her about the opening chapter. I know what that chapter is, but I need to fill in some detail that I don’t yet have, and she might be able to fill in some of my blanks so that I can explain locations and setting a bit better, than just writing,
“it started here and we were in this building, so forth and so on.”
That is just too general of a description.
We sat a full house at the meeting, and we read from the Twelve and Twelve, and Tradition Seven. Every group should be self supporting declining outside contributions.
Several topics came up in discussion.
- Financial Freedom
- Emotional Freedom
- Putting something in the basket, because we are accountable and want to fell part of
- Meetings don’t run themselves, someone has to do the shopping and pay the rent
- With no supplies, we could not feed and coffee the crowds that come
I think about ALL the money I spent on alcohol in 34 years of drinking. A mid size fortune, to be honest. I could probably have fed a third world country with it.
Now I toss a loonie or a toonie in the basket, across my meetings, because I can, and because what I get back in grace and love, pales in comparison to what I give on a nightly basis.
I also set up, make coffee and buy supplies for several meetings across town.
Everybody is well tonight.
One of our women could really use your prayers. She is in hospital and the light at the end of the tunnel is too far away to see, and she needs all the love and support we can throw at her.
Monday starts another busy week. But I would not have it any other way. I have time to spend with others, and I do that. And I better make the best of my time, because you know, we aren’t getting any younger.
T – Minus 5 days … Friday is my birthday, 48 years, another year closer to fifty.
That book needs to be written soon. I promised hubby retirement money for the bank.
And that exactly what I am going to do.
Goodnight from Montreal