Checking In

Seeing as how several liturgical seasons have now passed since my last post (December! Remember December?), this seems as good a time as any to check in here. I actually wrote a post, several weeks ago now, and spent the better part of an evening revamping the blog template, adjusting colors and styles. I went to bed thinking it was all done, but the next day, my post was nowhere to be found and the changes were unsaved. I didn’t have the heart to try again. {Edited to add: Well, it seems those changes I made do show up. Sometimes. Apparently depending on something outside my control. Oh, Technology. If the love of my life weren’t so enamored with you, I might be done with you completely.}

My children continue to grow, make messes, and say wise and wonderful things. I’ve been writing some, here and there. I had a short little piece up at the Christian Century blog yesterday, and I’ve created an author page at www.leehullmoses.com. It’s mostly so I have a place to keep track of links and such, but I’ve also listed a few upcoming book-related events.

Our book been well-received, I’m grateful to say. It’ll never be on the New York Times list, I imagine, but it’s rewarding to hear that it’s being used in churches and parent groups in a variety of places, and read by people who didn’t receive a copy from my mother or my mother-in-law.

Writing is a funny thing, I’m realizing again for the umpteenth time. I’m constantly amazed at how sometimes full paragraphs form themselves in my head and deposit themselves perfectly on the blank page, or how other times, I think I’ve got a great idea but I can’t unlock it from that place in my brain where ideas live in some intangible form. I love that moment when you realize that what you’re writing is actually about something else entirely. (I didn’t understand that this blog post was about writing until just now.)

I read Stephen King’s sort-of memoir On Writing recently, and loved every bit of it. I wish I had it in front of me so I could quote it directly, but he talks about moving from a big writing desk in the middle of the room to a smaller desk in the corner, and turning his office into a family room, where he played with his kids and spent time with his wife. “Life is not a support-system for art,” he says. “It’s the other way around.” (Thanks, Google, for the quote.)

I guess that’s what I think of when I realize how long it’s been since my lost post. So I don’t write down every good story. Or post every cute picture. Or reflect deeply on the news of the day. Sometimes, I don’t write. Sometimes I can’t not write.

All of which is to say that I’m still here. I’m not abandoning this poor, neglected blog which really has been life-giving to me. But I’m writing from my desk in the corner for awhile, and if the rest of my life gets in the way, so be it.




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