What a day. I have already informed my husband I am not ever coming home. Ever. I wrote for seven hours today, and I’m still sitting at my computer. I wrote two and a half chapters during this time, which means I have five out of eight completed. I am so excited I can’t stand it.

We talked around the dinner table about the fear we must overcome to put words to paper. I felt that this morning, to be sure. The fear that I would sit down to write and nothing would come, and I would have set aside this time and paid this money and forgone a week of income for nothing. And though that fear was unfounded today, the fear remains for tomorrow. A fresh chapter, a fresh blank page. Will I be able to fill it? I can only attempt in my weakness to trust that God will use and direct that time as he sees fit.