This was a busy, busy weekend. It actually started Friday afternoon when my mom and took my baby kitty Midnight to the vet for her check-up. Midnight does not like the vet. At all. She’s very vocal about this. Thankfully, after her check-up, the vet gave her a clean bill of health, except for her heart murmur for which she is being treated. So yay! I have a healthy kitty! And she even seems to have forgiven me for manhandling her and taking her to the doctor.
Saturday was a big day, not really for me personally, but for my church. I’ve touched on my faith here in this blog on occasion, but since this is a blog intended mostly for updates on my work as an author, I don’t delve into personal topics very often. My relationship with God falls under that category.
I’ve been a member of my church since before I was born. My grandparents were founding members and my mom has been a member there all her life. As it turns out, my mom is even BFFs with the Bishop of our Diocese (who also bought a copy of my book… Oh Lord…). I could probably write a book just about growing up in that church, the people I’ve met, and the adventures I’ve had as a result. However, the book would also include some less pleasant stuff, stuff that I really don’t want to go into for the sake of my church and the people it involved. If they read this blog, I’m sure they’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Hopefully, they don’t. It was nothing illegal or taboo or anything. But it was hurtful. And it was wrong.
The incident that I’m talking about ignited a part of me that, honestly, I wish didn’t exist. It’s the part of me that holds grudges and doesn’t forgive easily. It also marked the beginning of a time when, honestly, I did not feel all that welcome in the church. I still went, but the atmosphere there changed. I no longer felt God’s presence. It all seemed a show. I’m glad I had my camp in the summers, because I felt closer to God there than I have anywhere else on Earth, except perhaps Scotland.
I could ramble on about this forever. The point is, our church went through a phase where I was not proud to be a member. However, on Saturday, we welcomed our new Rector, and let me tell you, this guy is the real deal. I don’t know him very well, but just from having heard him speak, I know he’s going to do good things for our church. The energy he exudes and the energy he ignites in the congregation is extraordinary. Once again, I’m feeling hope and excitement and joy inside our church. I feel God’s presence there again. I’m so thankful to have our new Rector and to see our church revitalized. I think he’s going to do amazing things, and I hope he inspires our church to do amazing things as well.
That night, I went and hung out with my dear friend and editor Kit Kat and her new boyfriend and some of his friends. We played Cards Against Humanity (always a fun time) and then we built a campfire and sat around and drank hot chocolate. It was lovely.
And of course, all the while, I’ve been hard at work on my #NaNoWriMo project. I’m still working on Cemetery Tours 3 also, which I think is going well. My primary reader AKA my sister seems to be liking it, but she’s really liking the NaNo project. I don’t know. I might just have to publish it under my real name. And why not? I’m kind of proud of it. It’s fun. It’s SO different from Cemetery Tours but you know what? That’s not a bad thing. I’m proud of both of them. I think they’re both pretty awesome. I should, I’m the author, but still!
I’m sure I’ll do a more in-depth update on NaNo later on this week. For now, have a pleasant Monday! And sound off in the comments section how your NaNo project is going!
A Platform of Sorts 