I went to library last night to write. It was like pulling teeth. I probably should have stayed home and typed the story I finished into my computer, but I wanted to get myself into the habit of writing at a certain time every week.

I was there for 2.5 hours and I did everything but write.

I ended up reading a book called "The Time is Now" by Rabbi Daniel Wouk. It was like a self help book to get off our duff and get on with your life. The last chapter was kind of depressing because it was letters that dying people sent to the Rabbi about how much time they wasted in their life and how they wish they had done certain things. It made the point though, didn't it? Nothing like hearing from the dying about how not to waste your life.

Then as another time waster, I wrote up the intro to a christian based writing class which I might someday want to teach. I'm calling the class "Riffing on the Bible: Adventures in Christian Storytelling".

Here's the class advert to be posted in some church bulletin:

"In jazz, musicians improvised on a melody and created riffs to make great music. Using well known biblical texts of disciple interactions with Jesus as jumping off point, explore the art of storytelling to your stories of your own faith journey in in a non-judgmental environment. While you are required to write, sharing is optional but come with an open mind to see how the Holy Spirit and the bible can inspire your creative writing.

If we are all disciples of Christ, how much can we ourselves in actions of the original twelve disciples in the New Testament.

The class will be riffing on the following new testament texts: (of course, to waste more time, I had to go through the bible to find some relevant texts to riff from)

1. Matthew 4: 18-22, Jesus telling the first discples "Follow me and I will make you a fisher of people".

2. Matthew 14: 25-34, Jesus walking on the sea and saying "Take heart, it is I, do not be afraid."

3. Peter's Denial of Christ three times (Matthew 26, etc)

4. Luke 9: 18-20, Jesus asks the disciples who he is and Peter says "you are the Messiah of God."

5. John 20-21, Doubting Thomas (my biblical favorite!)

6. Acts 9: Paul's conversion on the road to Damascus.

I wonder if I ever taught the class, if anyone would even be interested in showing up. Writing is such a private experience, and I wonder if writing about faith is just way too private to be talked about in a group.

It doesn't matter anyway because the exercise was just a way to distract myself from writing. I hate teaching classes from what little I've done of it. God did not give the "teaching is a good experience" gene.

I did manage to write up an outline for a new novel called "The Unsettler", but I'll discuss in another post.

So no, I haven't bought the new Harry Potter book out yet even though I did see it at the bookstore on Saturday.

The bookstore here only sells the Scholastic americanized version, and I own the children's box set paperback version from Bloomsbury.

If I want to read Harry Potter, I'm going to have to buy it through Amazon UK, because they have the Brit version with all the cute Brit words like lift for elevator and jumper for sweater.

What's the point of reading the story of an english wizzie boy named Harry Potter, if you're not going to read it in the original dialect of Britspeak?

Speaking of Britspeak, I watche the movie "Sexy Beast" last night. It was brilliant with Ben Kingsley, whom I still think of as Ghandi, playing Dan Logan a nasty git of a gangster with this unbelievable cockney accent. It had shades of some other brit dialect I've heard as well, like it had traces of Welsh or something.

Like I would really know the nuances of Brit dialect, but he definitely didn't have a scouser accent like the Beatles. And the only reason I know what "scouser" is because I dated an english semi-professional soccer player, and he was from Southport scouser cutie!

So I had my first brush with a "liberal christian scholar", Marcus Borg. A friend from church was raving about him, and since the church was doing a video seminar series on him, I decide to attend a session.

The guy has some good things to say, but his underlying assumptions just freaked me out. One of the things he said was, he didn't think that people could fully believe in the resurrection of christ. That really steamed me. Maybe he can't in his mind believe in the resurrection, but that doesn't mean other people can't.

Thank god, the ex-catholic brother guy was in the seminar because he's really smart and knows his jesus stuff. Steve said that Borg represented a minority viewpoint, and that Borg didn't even represent the mainstream of christian thought.

Steve then went on to talk about a couple of other biblical scholars, and said we needed to study their views as well. I was so happy when he said that.

I wish I'd written their names down though, because now I'm going to have to attend the rest of the seminar to get their names. DARN!

I don't know if I can sit through another seesion of some bible scholar telling me I'm psychotic for believing in the resurrection.

I hate when Bible study freaks me out.

So I think I have a "strawberry blondie boy virus". I saw the cutie red head stud muffie boy at church, always stunningly dressed in a suit that looks great on him, and I'm like "oh my god, he's so darned cute!"

I feel like I'm 13 years old and I'm having a crush on a rock star or something. It's a virus and a sickness, this school girl crush thing.

I think he was staring at me, but of course, I was engaged in conversation with someone. Strawberry blondie boy must be on my mind, because I swear to God I saw him walking down the street when I took Muni to see "Wicked".

Talk about a triple double take. There he was, or at least I think it was him, walking down the street and of course his great dress sense in suits applied to his casual dress, and he was looking mighty fine.

I think some guys just know how to dress themselves to look good and leave women with their tongues hanging out, and some guys just don't. There is no in between.

I think he's even cuter than marina hottie screenwriting guy, and C was hollywood movie star cute and every woman in screenwriting class was after him.

Strawberry blondie Jesus man is physically not that cute, and I know that intellectually, and that's why I have to conclude that my crush on him is a virus, an illness, something I can't control. And I hate that, because I think I'm like such a control freak.

If I ever end up talking to him, I know I'm just going to babble and blow it because my crush level is at 125% and that's bad. I'll get nervous and I'll end up giggling like a teenager, because that's the way he makes me feel. It's ill, it's totally ill.

Like I really enjoyed being 13 years old and want to be reminded what a stupid airheaded space cadet teenager I was.

I'm going to have to calm myself down, if I really want talk to him and get to know him to find out if he's even worth more than a minute of my time. But I can't. I'm like in a full throttle school girl crush, and I've already picked out the name of our child and decided what he'd look like (I want his babies), fantasized what my mother will think of him, and am debating if I want to be a June or July bride.

And I haven't even met the guy or been properly introduced. I hate feeling like a 13 year old.

I never fantasized having children with the marina hottie boy, and that's an interesting sidenote to this school girl crush of mine.