|Spring on the Nickel Plate Trail|
There’s a gloss of gold out there this morning. I don’t know what creates it—something to do with how the sun comes up, I guess—but I think it is so beautiful. Duane’s asleep in the house, the cats have been fed and the dishwasher emptied. The laundry’s done. Spring breaks are over and all my family members that were traveling are home safe. I have started a new story that is fun and interesting because I don’t know it yet. I am almost frightened by the level of my contentment. I have a tendency, even though I consider myself an optimist (to the point that I annoy people with it), to worry about the other shoe dropping soon.
I don’t have anything to ask this morning—oh, yes, I do! Just think about this a little and tell me what you think.
My story—the one in its first stages—is, while sweet, not an inspirational one. There is no spiritual or Christian journey involved. But the male protagonist thinks he might be a retired minister. I’ve read several books—yay, Teresa Hill—where this has worked out fine. I’m not—and he’s not—proselytizing, but church is a part of the lives of people I write about. My question is, does it bother anyone when the people in a secular romance are quite obviously Christians or otherwise spiritual? I don’t plan on changing anything, but I’m just curious.
Thanks for checking in. While I’m at it, thanks for supporting the Wranglers—we all appreciate it. Have a great week—no, have a golden week. I wish you contentment, with no dropping shoes.