So I have to admit, I have been consistently watching American Idol this season. Part of it is boredom; the other part is that I do like the concept. The idea that regular unknown people can achieve overnight success is motivating. I wish someone would develop a reality show for writer's, though I can see how that would be difficult to pull off. I'm thinking episodes where people sit at computers and type away might not be that engaging.
Anyway, the season has been okay, but not my favorite. I've been waiting for that one performance that really gets me - one that inspires me and lifts my spirits. Lee's rendition of The Boxer was my favorite, but Tuesday night, that changed. Finally I got what I was waiting for:
In other news, this week has been very challenging emotionally. On a positive note, I've gotten in touch with a lot of people I'm close with but don't always get to speak to often - friends, former co-workers, and even former students. It's always a treat when people unexpectedly e-mail or call.
Unfortunately, this week also delivered what seemed like an abundance of sad news. I'm fine; it doesn't have a direct correlation to me. However, two different people I know from my past unfortunately passed away. And no matter how connected or disconnected you may be to a person, it is never easy to hear. My thoughts and prayers are certainly with their families. And on top of all that, I spent a lot of time working on the bullying pages of my site, which never puts me in a good mood.
With everything going on, I have clearly been distracted and my novel hasn't been touched since last weekend. I'm hoping to return to it at some point tomorrow. I definitely have to make up for lost time.