The perks of being unemployed

After posting earlier today, I decided that rather than continuing to talk about how restless and unproductive I feel, I would just stop. Today I finally followed my schedule for the first time. I read for three hours today. First, I read NT Wright's second lecture on the problem of evil. then, because I felt like fiction, I looked at the bookshelf we just set up in our room. On the top shelf was a book my brother recommended. It's called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. My brother doesn't recommend a lot of fiction, so I knew that there had to be something special about it. I'm about halfway through it now, but only because I'm such a slow reader. In style and theme, it's very similar to The Catcher in the Rye, another great book that is referenced often in this one. But the plot is different. I'm really enjoying it, and it has made me want to read more.

I also wrote my thousand words for the day. My friend Andrew, who is the only one to comment on any of my book discussions, and I are writing a story, and we worked out a schedule where we e-mail a scene idea, then we write the scene and return it with another scene idea. I wrote my first scene today. It's not great, but a lot of stuff came out in it that I wasn't expecting. I love when that happens.

In addition to the reading and writing, I exercised, made breakfast, and dusted the basement. I think Christine feels neglected because I've been in the basement all day, but she's doing math anyway.

Wednesday I leave for Grand Rapids while Christine takes a road trip with a friend to one of the Dakotas for another friend's wedding. We both get home on Monday, which is her birthday. I got her some great gifts, and I'm dying to tell someone what they are, but every time I tell someone about a surprise that I'm planning for her, she overhears. She says it's not on purpose, but I also know that she hates surprises, so I am less than convinced.

Happy reading!