Woe! It’s Wednesday: Plans, Plots, and Plops

Remember the old visual aid to the lesson about time management where a teacher puts some sand and gravel in a jar and then asks a student to add some larger stones? The stones don’t fit so the teacher empties jar.

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(Image from Monica at http://wholelottasomethin.com/)

 

 

 

This time, she puts the stones in first, then the gravel, then the sand, and finally some water.

The lesson is that if you put in the big things first, there will be room for the smaller things to fill in the gaps.

I’ve been trying to put this in practice in my own life. Get the important things done first because the other stuff will get done anyway. Dishes will get done. Laundry will find its way to the washer then the dryer. I’ll pick up a book and read or catch up on a few rounds of Words With Friends. But if I do those things before tackling my most important task for the day (writing or Bible study), then often I end the day wondering where the time went. I may have played twelve rounds of WWF but not written twelve words on my manuscript.

Lists and goals and prioritizing will only go so far. At some point, you must decide what you’re going to focus on. Actually, I’m talking to “you” but I mean me.

I like my life and I like myself better when I’m working on my goals and feeling productive.

What’s your favorite strategy to increase your effectiveness?

Book Talk Tuesday: A Preview

I’m reading several books right now and have slowed down my pace a bit.

Here’s what I’m reading or about to read, both on my Kindle and from a print book.

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Havah by Tosca Lee. A first person, fictional (obviously) narrative about Eve, the original “bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh.” I’m a bit over halfway and enjoying it very much. Tosca Lee is a lovely writer. I’d heard good things about this one and even though it’s not normally something I’d be drawn to, I picked it up on my Kindle. It started a bit slow for me and the prose took some getting used to, but now I’m into the story and looking forward to tonight when I’ll read some more. Even knowing how the story turns out doesn’t dampen my appreciation.

worldWhen Your World Falls Apart by Dr. David Jeremiah. Good and practical for how to journey through the seasons when God shakes up your life and your plans. I’ve loved the chapter on Psalm 121, one of my favorites and one I memorized several years ago.  I lift my eyes to the heavens—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and Earth.

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Until We Touch, by Susan Mallery, will round out her summer Fool’s Gold releases. I’m expecting my advance copy of this one any time. It’s probably waiting for me in the mail box right now. I’m looking forward to some more Susan Mallery to read during the hottest summer days.

 

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And finally, I’ve finished an advance copy of Ellen Sussman’s July release, A Wedding in Provence. It’s a lovely story and one I enjoyed. I’ll be sharing my review here very soon.

 

 

 

What are you reading? I’m always looking for new titles to add to my Mount To Be Read stack. 

Media Monday: Today’s the Day

I’m taking today off from blogging. I’ll be on for sure tomorrow and Wednesday.

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Next week will be a bit different for Media Monday. I got tagged today by a fellow 2014 Golden Heart® finalist, Marnee Bailey on her blog.

http://www.marneebailey.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-writing-process-blog-tour-stops-here.html

So next week, I’ll blog about my writing process and tag a few other writers.

By the way, if you’re a writer friend and want to be tagged yourself, just let me know!

See you tomorrow.

Woe! It’s Wednesday: The Only Thing to Fear …

Last week I got to enjoy a little vacation away with my daughter and her two daughters. We drove to Carlsbad, California and visited Legoland and the beach and the hotel pool.

At Legoland, I sat on a bench and watched my three-year-old granddaughter run around Duplo Town, AKA Pre-schooler’s Heaven. There were various play “houses,” scattered around the area. A barn. A grocery store. A jail. A fire house. The all had a lower level with some sort of educational game (push buttons to hear animal noises, for example) and an upper level reached via stairs and with a slide to return to ground level.

Grand-daughter loved the whole area, but she refused to use any of the slides. I had to hold her hand while she came downstairs, a little salmon coming downstream against all the other kids eager to get to the top and ride the slide down.

poleThe firehouse playhouse had a pole the kids could grasp and slide down. The drop was only a few feet and parents were always nearby to help if the descent didn’t go as planned. With her refusal to even slide, I knew there was no worry my Precious Girl would attempt the pole.

A young man about seven or eight years old did though. He grabbed the pole in the classic grip, one leg curled around the cylinder, the other leg still safely on the solid floor.

“Come on,” his mother urged. “You came down it twice already.”

“I can’t,” he wailed.

Mom rolled her eyes. “Just come on, we’re going to eat lunch.”

At this point, I was needed to help someone down the stairs, so I moved away. A minute later, I returned in time to see the young man in tears leaving the area with his mother. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t just ride the pole,” she said.

He gripped both his arms. “I hate my fear of heights!”

Mom sighed. “You don’t have a fear of heights, Silas. You’ve done it before. You just didn’t want to do it this time.”

Then they were gone.

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Then it occurred to me.

I tend to think of myself as a fearful person.

But for a fraidy cat, I’ve done some pretty brave things.

 

I’ve:

  • ridden a bike down a mountain
  • ziplined
  • snorkeled in the middle of the ocean
  • scuba dived
  • driven a Segway around a major city’s downtown area
  • ridden a horse
  • seen a two-headed rattlesnake
  • shot and reloaded my own gun
  • written several novels
  • driven alone into really, really bad areas
  • ridden BART at midnight in San Francisco
  • lost a parent

For almost all of those, I was scared spitless.

But I did them.

And I survived.

So I guess it’s not the fear that stops me from doing/attempting scary things.

I do them anyway. In spite of the fear.

I believe one of these days both that young man clutching the pole and my grand-daughter will figure out how to stop letting their fears keep them from enjoying the trip down the slide or the pole.

Book Talk Tuesday: Stitches

I got a copy of Anne Lamott’s newest, Stiches, several months ago and set it aside for a quiet day when I could savor it.

Fast forward to yesterday.

Not a quiet day, but I decided I was tired of waiting to enjoy that I may never get around to and if I was serious about reading it, I needed to make it happen.

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Like the previous book in this sort-of-a-series (Help Thanks Wow), Stitches can be read quickly or it can be savored a few pages at a time.

Lamott’s prose is beautiful, the words never get in the way of the point. She writes with humor and honesty.

Stitches was written in the weeks around the Sandy Hook School shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. Lamott’s outrage at children being shot comes through and I share it.

But the larger message is how do we get through tough times? Heart-breaking times? How do we help a friend with a dire prognosis? What about when it’s our own problem, our diagnosis?

The short answer is we band together. We ask for help. We fetch water for a thirsty friend. We duck our heads, hold hands, and breathe.