I’m writing this on the road. Well, in the car which is driving on the
road. Don’t worry, my husband is at the
wheel. We are on our way to a marriage
retreat for a few days. My husband is a
chaplain in the US Army and one of his jobs is helping to strengthen marriages
among our soldiers. It’s a daunting task
as many of them (75%) come from broken homes.
Statistically, those who come from broken homes are more likely to
divorce. We’d like to give them a few
ideas about how to avoid becoming part of that statistic.
It has become our joint passion.
My husband spends much of his work time counseling. I spend
my days writing with the intent of exposing what I call “love lies” through
fictional characters. Together, we hope
to impact marriages by communicating what true, true love is.
And so, even though I am feeling the pressure of a total
rewrite with only twenty-nine days to go until deadline, I am in the car
writing my Wednesday blog post while talking (intermittently) to hubby about
the specifics of this retreat while trying to figure out a plot problem as the
phone navigations system gets us to our destination. Oh, and it would be helpful if I could work
up a proposal for a new novella to submit by Monday.
Welcome to my world.
Until next time,
Becca
Becca, good luck, you can do it!
ReplyDeleteDid you know that my beloved is/was an Army Chaplain, too? He's retired, sort of. Hugs!!
Good Luck! Army Chaplains rock! Enjoy your retreat!
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