Thursday was another busy day for me, and I thought I might have to give my creative writing a miss, but then I remembered that I'd spent the morning working on a lesson for Relief Society on Sunday. I write out everything that I want to say, because I'm not very good at speaking extemporaneously in any language, so that definitely counts as creative. The lesson went over well, thanks for asking. We talked about work, among other things, and how man has a need to work or his self-esteem suffers because a certain sense of satisfaction is just missing. I thought about how good I feel at the end of a translation session, or when I've done my writing for the day, and I heartily agree.
I might as well just go ahead and order the fourth book in the series, so that I can start translating it as soon as I'm done with number three. I know Second Son will want to read it, too, and it will give me something very satisfying to do. Then I'll have to find something else ... but I have a few months until then.
This week, thanks to various aches and pains, I was not tempted to add a fourth walk to my schedule. I guess I really do have to get used to the minimum first, and then work my way up.
In other news, I've started reading Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings. So far, all I can say is "Awe-inspiring!"