Planning a long walk before lunch tomorrow. Come home, help sweep and mop the shoebox. Wake up early, hopefully, and edit EOSotB as much as possible. Hope I don’t smell bad. Been working pretty hard this past week, thinking critically and praying for guidance not to write false things in my Christian novella. I think it’s light-hearted and read-for-fun enough that most believers will do just that and not pick my writing to shreds.
Suspect my art markers will ship on Monday. I ordered the 40 color set which as several shades of 7 major colors: red, green, blue, yellow, brown, purple, and gray. Seemed like a good combo as I wouldn’t know what to do with 60 colors! Even 80 which sold out. They must be good, I reckon.
Worked out circa 11:30pm. Feel like having some noodles of a sudden. Ahh, hit the spot. Now I have some energy to do more editing since I’m wide awake. It will be Barneous Liew’s hand that’s cut off from cancer this month, and LiLian who dies from ECT. I am actually NOT a holy-genius-prophet but I am loved by Jesus. Keep me safe, Lord, till we solve the evil telepathy from the Liew 6.
Finished reading thru and placing the last of the footnotes. There are 14, IIRC, that I will have to fill in in the morning. It won’t be very easy. But it’s past midnight and time for sleep.
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Am up early. Feeling okay. Strong enough to face yet another day in these times of the birthpains. Brother Lim, be strong and fight the urge to use fire on one another in Christ. Keeping the ol' immune system strong is vital to surviving psych attacks. Positivity and gentleness are key. As is seeming to be useful to yourself and to others.
Can't wait to head out on a walk. My legs are itching to tackle an urban hike. Yesterday, I ran my weekly breakneck run and today, a long punishing walk in the sun. Most days, I just do a brief workout before bed. Pushups, sit-ups, lunges, twists etc.
Walk was good. I didn't feel out of breath. Smelt okay down there. There was some evil bullying going on and we tried hard to resolve it peacefully but now there are casualties and they're too proud to ask for God's help, instead turning to impersonating Him so good people will pray them well again. So far it hasn't worked.
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Am sitting in front of my screen, thinking of the future, dreamily, of the new people I meet every week. And the things left to do. It is not a productive mood but one that heals the brain / heart. Past 7pm and I have the whole final chapter of 7 pages to edit. It's hard because of the deepness of instruction it contains and how it chains across multiple pages. But today is the deadline.
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