A not-so-glamorous day in life of an author/speaker


July 1, 2013

Today I don’t have any articles or books to write. No international—or even local Optimist Club—speaking engagements.

I forced myself to at least get out of bed at 6:15 am after listening to heart-breaking news on the clock radio. So, I’m up, I’m dressed (if you consider gyms shorts and T-shirt “dressed”), but no reason to take a shower as a noon meeting was cancelled.

I’m dutifully sitting at my computer in my office answering email, but mostly mindlessly surfing the ‘net for something to stimulate a Hope & Humor post. (I think I’m simply overwhelmed at all the ways it seems culture is coming apart at the seams, so don’t feel very hopeful or humorous right now.)

I’m trying to convince myself that this is all part of the mental illness of being a writer. For every day of exhilarating writing, there’s a day of immobilizing boredom. For every exciting speaking engagement, a day where I just mutter to myself.

So, I’ll take my anti-depressants, have my time alone with God—although He seems to be taking the day off as well—and do some prep for a conference coming up mid-July. In just two weeks, I’ll be introduced as an “award-winning author and international speaker” with the tag line “hope and humor.” That cracks me up! But Romans 5:5 is what keeps me from truly cracking up:

      And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.

Gotta believe it!

And, who knows, maybe this will eventually turn into a “Hope & Humor” post.

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