Lyrical Logic

Hey friends. Still can’t write that Reba react. I think that the song has broken my brain in the best possible way. Or worst possible way, I guess it just depends on how you want to look at it.

I’m actually stepping back into an old skin this week. I’m stepping back into the pulpit for the first time seven years. I’m filling in for the pastor while he’s off at a conference. And it is my own damn fault because I suggested it as giving him an idea for a message but he threw it back at me.

I’ve also been spending a lot of time in my novel. Which, I’ve practically rewritten since completing what I finally accepted as my “first draft”. That has been a process. It’s been an exhausting process, but it’s working so far.

I don’t have much for you today. I don’t have a snippet of the novel because I’m on a computer that doesn’t have access to the file. But just know that I’m still working. I’m just tired. I’m just working through some things. And I’m allowing old skins to be put back on temporarily.

EDIT IN THE EVENING

So, I wrote this while I was at work on Monday June 8. However, I was sitting at home that evening and the inspiration for my reaction to Hurt Like That came to me.

I could smell the alcohol and the saline. 
I could I could see the two lines on the test. 
But the cold delivery of the news cut a hole in me. 
I’d never felt nothing that hurt like that. 

I don’t know which part killed me. 
If it had been knowing it was possible.
Or if it was the sudden loss of a new reality. 
I’d never felt nothing that hurt like that. 

I can still smell the alcohol and the saline.
I can still see those two pink lines. 
That will never be my reality again.
I’ve never felt nothing that hurt like that. 

There it is. You can blame Reba for posting a music video for You Never Gave Up On Me. Cause it had me crying.