by Marsha Ward
I can't believe I didn't post last week. I actually thought I did, but things have been sort of weird lately. Having finished and submitted my novel, I feel like I'm in a lull, a down-time. You might say my writing field is set aside as fallow.
I tried to join Tristi Pinkston's Book in a Month, but I can't force myself to write, so I bowed out. I guess I need to be still, do some long-put-off reading, and prepare for the next phase, when it comes.
In the meantime, I saw a really awesome movie on the Fourth of July, Emma Smith: My Story. In my little rural area, we have a town of about 12,000 people (actually, I live out of town, but go in for shopping, etc.). There is a small six-screen theatre in town. The owners are members of the LDS Church. Their family arranged to have four free showings of the movie on their tab for the LDS community's benefit: two on Friday, and two on Saturday. I went with a girlfriend, and although we couldn't sit together, we got in and both enjoyed the movie. Then we went to lunch. I had a nice time, talking with her about liberty, and the War of 1812, and her visit to Fort McKinley, and the circumstances that led to Francis Scott Key's writing what became our National Anthem.
It was a good day.
But I still feel weird.