Writing and Weeping

I intended to post my report about Scrivener yesterday, and I have photos from my Thanksgiving walk to upload. But instead I imported a document to Scrivener. It was a book I began months ago but had to put aside while working with my publisher on Web of Angels.

Yesterday I looked at the few pages I had of that new book and thought to myself, how terrible they are. I decided to begin again, and made notes on the characters, re-conceiving them in a way that must have touched a node of truth because I was crying so hard, it's a good thing I touch type. I couldn't see through the waterfall.

I cried because it felt so good, so right. My kids are bemused by my weeping over beauty, nobility, the shock of an uplifting truth, but they were at school so I could cry unabashedly. Scientists have analyzed tears and found chemicals in it that improve states of mind. Tradition says that when you cry, your tears find their way to the heart of God.

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