“If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.” G.K. Chesterton
My novel (fourth draft) has been reviewed, and (sigh) it still needs lots of work. (sigh again) Multiple rewrites are par for the course for professional writers, so I can’t expect anything less. I’m an engineer by profession, not a writer, so muddled word soup simmering in mumbo jumbo is to be expected. (sigh x3)
I should have known a plot with a dual timeline and a non-assertive, unlikable main character was beyond my skill set. I’ve got lots of story ideas, but this is the one I want to see published, challenges and all. Eventually, I’ll revisit the feedback, tear down the whole thing, and rewrite it, but right now, I need a hug.
Warning. Flagrant Christianity ahead. Today is Easter Sunday so that’s my excuse.
Life is short. Death, the ultimate SHTF scenario, will happen. Since the afterlife is beyond the reach of science, who can tell us how to prepare for it? Don’t you want a secure, comfortable bug-out place in the afterlife for yourself and your loved ones?
Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead and ruler of the kings of the earth. To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood, who has made us into a kingdom, priests for his God and Father, to him be glory and power forever and ever. Amen (Rev 1:5-6)
Here I pant, atop that plateau that I reach every time I lose about twenty-five pounds. This time, I’m determined to maintain the weight loss. No more yo-yo dieting for me. This time, I’ll push past the plateau. If I shake up the exercise routine, will that help?
Two days ago I found a “gentle, low-impact, and sent with love and kind thoughts to the over fifty crowd” exercise video on YouTube. Two days later, I’m still feeling muscles that I didn’t know I possessed. I’m not injured, just sore! Like my novel, my anatomy needs work, and I’ve yet to reach fifty. How lovely, I’d lose if I tangled with someone’s grandmother. (sigh x4)
Courage! My course is charted. I’m off for my walk, aching muscles and all!
p.s. I’m just some ignoramus on the Internet. Before you diet or undertake a new exercise regimen, consult a trustworthy healthcare professional, just as I sought advice from my cousin, a physical therapist, after we exchanged Easter greetings. I don’t want to hear about anyone getting injured or passing out from extreme dieting. Your body is a gift. Treat it with the best care and the most nutritious food you can procure for yourself.