My Entry for Shalom2006

I wake up in a king-size bed, with luxurious sheets, a yummy duvet, soft light streaming in.  It takes a moment or five to untangle myself from my husband.  I nudge him, we say good morning.  I stretch and go to my writing desk.  He gets up and does whatever he does in the morning.

Neither of us race to turn on the news, it isn't necessary.  We were just in Israel last month and things were wonderful.  We had our fill of good food and food conversation with family and friends.  We know that people there are safe.  Maybe he checks the weather and the traffic, but we aren't concerned with war.

I am concerned with writing, so I sit at my desk and start with my morning pages.  Thirty minutes of uninterupted writing stops when my husband brings me a cup of coffee--with cream and sugar, just how I like it.  I hold the mug in my hands and close my notebook.  As I get up to really start my day, I pop into my office and turn the computer on. 

Again, I'm not racing to a news site--but my new obsession.  How am I ranked on Amazon today?  Is my book still on the best seller list?  Did my editor or agent email with another reading?  A new proposal?  A chance to speak at HUC in Jerusalem?  An invitation to work with teenagers about storytelling?

I no longer work 9-5, but am a writer.  My husband has a job that doesn't give him ulcers or heart problems.  We eat wonderful meals together--I have finally learned to cook.  We have great friends.  We visit family in the midwest more than I do know.  We travel.  I write.  I write.  I write. 

For breakfast maybe we have bagels or grapefruits or yogurt with granola.  Something to start us off the right foot.  I goad him about calling in sick.  "Wouldn't it be wonderful?  You call in sick, I'll call in sick and we'll go to a museum on a Wednesday afternoon."

Because apparently, for me, Peace takes place on a Wednesday.

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