I have been writing a lot lately, just not for this blog. Every now and then my favorite bloggers disappear for a while. I either get in a huff, wondering and worrying where they've been, or I fail to notice altogether. There's always another blog to read, another brain to spy into. I hope you've found your curiosity about others' worlds satisfied in others' blogs. And no, not every post from now on will be an apology for the number of days that have passed in between. I am presently curled up on my bed with my cat. An mug of hot chocolate is beside me. I'm thinking about my plans for the coming weeks. Most of them involve editing. Editing a screenplay, editing a novel. But there's also reading to do. And meeting a lot of different people for coffee. And calling a lot of other people back. I would feel overwhelmed, except that I'm curled up with my cat and a mug of hot chocolate. I've also spent most of the day reading my Bible and praying. Who can feel burdened in such a state? There is a sense that everything will be alright. Order will come from chaos. Simplicity, sanctification, joy, peace, every good thing. Now to crawl out of this lovely state and head to work.....
Working at the Main Library has surprising advantages. Just now I stepped out of my office, walked five paces across the hall, scanned a badge, and walked under the civic center plaza to the elevator that stretches from beneath the earth up to the mayor’s office on the fourteenth floor. I didn’t have so far to go—just up one level to the utilities counter, where a sympathetic, amused woman named Sue shut down my gas payments. It took less than five minutes. I finished packing up my kitchen days ago. My cake pans were in boxes sometime early last week. But as I walked through the underground loading dock on my way back to the office, I was distinctly aware of the finality of what I’d just done. I would never, from that moment on, be able to bake for anyone out of that kitchen. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a very big deal, but I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of a certain identity, namely being “the person who bakes a lot”. I made a tiered wedding cake for some friends (because...
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