For the next few days I’m subbing for a Spanish teacher. This isn’t my strong suit. I took German in high school and college. I wish I was fluent in languages but I’m not. I do try but I think my southern gets in the way. I’m planning to teach my classes all I know: Rojo-red, taco, mi a miago, salsa.  I shouldn’t  take long.    

I substituted yesterday but managed to get some writing done. I added some new pages, very important. Most of the time that is difficult to do. I also got some editing done. It is nice to have a feeling of moving forward. I’ve got to start getting work out the door. Hard to be published it you don’t send some work out.

My Spring Break is next week. I’m already making plans on how to spend it. I need to have a Garage Sale and do some spring cleaning. My list of what I need to do is getting longer by the day. I don’t know if I’ll manage to get everything done but I’m sure going to plan for it. As I move into the spring of my 51 year I hope to make some changes at home, with my body and my attitude. This is a good time to do that. I’ll have a marker to judge my success by with the change of season.  

Our church had a dinner theater the last two nights to raise money for mission trips to Union Island in the Caribbean and  Africa. My job was to see about the servers and Andy did clean up. We didn’t have a huge crowd on Thursday night but had a full house on Friday night. The mystery play was good, and funny in a number of places. I’m glad our family got to be a part of somehting as worth while as the banquet. 

While we were gone this weekend Nick started reading “Nick’s New Heart. No, he hasn’t read it yet. I’m not surprised or hurt because I’m not sure I’d want to read about myself either. He thought he should read it because others were asking about it. Anyway, he said he was reading it between tennis matches on Sat. As he read along he thought, “I wonder if this kid is going to make it?” Then he thought, “Yeah, he did, that kid is me.”

Is it a sign that you are a good writer when the subject of the book is so into the story they don’t think they are reading about themselves?