It happened, I think, at least partially because of the way I was posting the Psalms project: using a third-party app and posting separate Tweets instead of a thread. All those Tweets may have looked like sp@m. That’s one reason I haven’t posted any of that project in a while. Also I was archiving the posts as threads at Storify and that site shut down on the 16th of this month. Bother.

No, that's not me in the photo

The other reason is that I suffered a heart attack a while back and nearly died. Recovery continues, slowly as it seems to me, not so slowly according to others. If you followed me on Twitter, then you know I didn’t blog through the long hospital stay but did live-Tweet it. So many Twitter updates, so many people praying for me. God is good and my family and friends, both the ones I know face-to-face and those I know only online, saved my life, I’m sure of it.

There's a hole in my heart

A few days ago I lost Wheelchair Dawg—my oldest, my nearly constant companion for almost fifteen years—to cancer. Heartbreaking does not begin to describe that loss. Her sister from another mother, Lucy, misses her terribly, too. There is a hole in our hearts and in our pack. Fortunately for both of us, Lucy is a cuddle bunny. Cuddles are helping us both right now.

I have so many things to write about, but have not had the energy to write, or not the energy to begin, or if the energy to begin, then not the energy to continue. That is changing now. I’m going to try to post often(ish), even if the posts are brief, to stay in touch.

God bless you, dear reader. You are in my prayers. Please keep me in yours. Peace be with you.

“[I]t has been granted to you that for the sake of Christ you should not only believe in him but also suffer for his sake…” — Phil. 1:29, RSV Second Catholic Edition, Ignatius Press.

Is any one among you suffering? Let him pray. Is any cheerful? Let him sing praise. Is any among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the Church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord; and the prayer of faith will save the sick man, and the Lord will raise him up; and if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. Therefore confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man has great power in its effects. — James 5:13–16, RSV Second Catholic Edition, Ignatius Press.

Times like these are why God gave us sticky notes!My dad developed worse trouble with his dementia and general health, so he’s moved out of the house and into a facility where he can receive memory care and more. (I’d be grateful if you’d keep him in your prayers. Thank you and God bless you!) I’ve been re-arranging the house (a little). And learning how to select, place and generally care for some new plants on the deck out back. (Just a few. But what a difference a few plants can make!) And contemplating a garden for the backyard. And starting over with the mess in the front yard. (Mostly weeds now. And most of the gardening will have to wait until time to plant and until my budget allows. Read: Next year. Maybe. Unless I do everything from cuttings from someone else’s garden. If they don’t catch me. Just kidding. They’d never catch me. Joking, I’m joking! I can’t run nearly as fast as I used to so I wouldn’t even try. To run, that is. Ha!) And there’s a tree that needs to come down in the back. (Preferably before not during a storm; by a tree removal service not by accident!) And all the while I’m continuing to develop a novel and hammer out a word count of 50,000 for the July session of Camp NaNoWriMo.

I am determined to reach my goal of 50,000 which I could have set lower but chose not to. Camp sessions are smaller and are structured a little looser than the November session of NaNoWriMo. I could have also chosen to start a new project but I opted to continue with the one I can’t stop thinking about. I’m hoping that was a wise move. Word count is 21,562 and I have until the end of July 31 to reach 50k. Am I going to make it? Hope so. Which means I’ve got a lot of writing to do between now and the end of the month. If you’ve wondered where I’ve been (and where I’ll be), now you know.

I gotta get back to the novel, so here goes. If you can spare a prayer for me and for the writing, I would be forever grateful. Thank you, friend, and peace be with you.

It sure was a dark and stormy night. And day. And night before that. So the road I live on is flooded. Yep, flooded. (The house is okay, it’s on a hill on top of another hill. It’s the other end of the road that’s flooded, so I can get within a half mile of the house, but that’s it.) I spent all day writing my NaNoWriMo novel (okay, part of the day writing and part of the day playing and thinking about writing) in a coffee shop across town (I can think—and write—better when I am far, far away from my house) and I was so looking forward to getting home and writing some more before collapsing on the bed. But now, after finally getting almost home, I’m stuck in a hotel room about five miles away. Ain’t that a kick in the head? See below for photos of my temporary home away from home. Continue reading

I want to keep this blog centered on doctrine, issues, news, views, apologetics and the like, a place for study and reflection. But I also want to do writing of a more personal nature. That’s why tonight I re-opened my original blog, Ongoing Conversion, where I’ll be doing something more along the line of journaling my journey. Expect the occasional poem or song—yes, I said song. I love to compose music and record it in my little, teeny tiny home studio. And since National Novel Writing Month is coming up (November!),  Continue reading