Thanks to meeting my goal regarding wake-up time, I now feel cranky and uncreative. Getting started on my Ephesians commentary today seems impossible.

I walked so so slow for thirty minutes that I am embarrassed to even mention I did it at all. But I’m going to stick with my assumption that if I nail down the practice as something I do every day I can improve on it later.

It occurs to me I could take some of my stuff on Ephesians and try to get it publshed through a reputable (make that paying) publication of some sort. But I think I would have to edit and rearrange and reread so much that I wouldn’t really save any time. I wouldn’t really be “re-using” the same material. I would be better off to come up with something new.

Earlier this year I bought the Writer’s Market and I have not yet used it. It is much more profitable to find people who will contract you to write rather than produce a work to submit in the hopes of making a few cents a word. All my best work has been done when someone asked for something specific. I have new writing ideas all the time, but I’m too risk-adverse to invest in them on the basis of a mere hope they will be published (and paid for).

My Dad was able to write a hefty novel in his spare time simply because he liked the characters. I have some idea how he did it–I can relate to the joy of creation–but at this stage in my life that kind of accomplishment is simply out of my reach.

Obviously, I’m too tired right now to do a proper blog entry. I started one, but it will have to be finished some other time.