Day 14 (Word Count: 15,158)

So this word count isn't as high as it's supposed to be, but considering I was sitting at 1,776 until this past Thursday and I didn't manage to write all weekend, it's not too shabby. I think I've found the groove and (Lord willing) can keep up the accelerated pace. I need to be at at least 30,000 words by the 19th when Kathie arrives, or she has vowed not to speak to me...

In other news: the bootcamp with Skaggs went remarkably well. Really, God is taking me into all sorts of new territory these days, and I must admit I'm feeling closer to Him than I have at any point in my life previously. It's kind of delirious and odd, and a part of me is still cowering, waiting for the reversal and the fall that always seem to come to me when I'm feeling good about something. In truth, I think there have been some attacks and some setbacks, but I'm thinking about them differently than I have in the past, which is almost entirely a good thing.

I'm on to reading Eldredge's Waking the Dead, which is proving to be another spiritual ballpeen hammer to the brain. Impressive stuff. I'm in talks now with the men's ministry at church about running a study on Wild at Heart in January, and so far they're supportive. I said before I wasn't an Eldredge groupie—I think maybe I'm becoming one... I'm also reading The Lord of the Rings yet again, as a kind of pump primer for the writing, and the echoes from that are fascinating.

I don't know where this crazy road I'm on is headed, or where it'll take me and my blessedly patient and flexible family, but it's quite the trip.