Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it ...
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
Last week was National Running Day and the local shoe store sponsored a free 5K to celebrate, except they had to cancel due to lightning. (Rain will not cancel your typical running event, nor will snow, wind, plagues of locusts, etc. Lightning, however, different matter.) It was rescheduled to this evening.
If you're not a runner, you may not be familiar with the meaning of my pen name. DFL is the informal name given to the person who finishes a race dead (channel David Ortiz here) last, and I'm usually that person. But, as the real-life Leanna has said to me, "you still finished ahead of everyone on the couch in front of the television."
Tonight was my first "event" run since last August, courtesy of some serious back problems. It took me slightly over an hour, and I'm in some pain right now ... but I finished. I didn't even DFL, although it was close.
I am hoping to get some time to review my editor's email tomorrow evening and get the next chapter posted before I head out of town on Saturday. If not, however, tune in next week, same bat-time, same bat-channel.