DH is home from work early tonight, and so that means I didn't need to rush home to let pup out and give him his walk. It is lovely though, so he may get another one when I wander in the door in a few hours. Instead, I decided to forgo the rush hour traffic and plant myself at a Caribou for an hour or two, and converse with you all. I'm in my next favorite neighborhood in St Paul-there was no parking anywhere near where I had intended to go and the lot behind this coffee house was wide open, plus plenty of patio seating. St Paul may factor into part of our retirement plans as well as the UK. There is no finer weather than a sky blue day with plenty of sun and no humidity, and evenings like this remind me why we live here. One of these two neighborhoods, or even a third or 4th I like, are easy to get around on foot and bike. There is very little parking, except at a few shops and restaurants which is a pain when you don't live in the neighborhood.
I'm supposed to be writing-that is what I said to DH. Why waste an extra 20 minutes in
the car when I can use that time to think and tap on a key board. Well, I am writing right now, I suppose, but not working on the book. Did I mention I have actually started it, and a start of a draft even saved on a USB drive? I also have my short story for In the Writers Closet June Write and Link to complete. I'm noodling ideas on that. The portal opens in two days I believe. I haven't been sleeping well the last few nights, which always helps, or pushes my procrastination tendencies. Having no kid to car pool around as DD#2 is on a mission trip, should have meant new found hours, but the old anxiousness that I thought I had put to rest has reared itself again. My new job is "getting real", and there is a monumentous launch on July 1, my first heading this initiative. I'm excited and scared witless at the same time. Only four more business days-yikes. Perhaps tomorrow will be more like the inspiring quote on my ice tea glass. " Life is getting up an hour early to live an hour more." Did you cringe reading that?
I will get something productive done, but before that, I invite you to hop on over and visit Slugmama at Don't Read This, It's Boring. She's holding a girly-girl gift box drawing. What better way to procrastinate than with a box of goodies like that to pamper your night away. By the way, I find Sluggy anything but boring. Enjoy what is left of your evening.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
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I did not realize you were a writer. How wonderful - I assume you have a new job? That anxiety rears it head with me too at times, especially with something new. I find though (even with the fears) that if I push through, the most wondrous things happen. Definitely more than if I had not tried at all.
ReplyDeleteIs there a place to read some of your writing? I will definitely have to put St. Paul on our list of places to stay. Low humidity? I am there!
Jennifer,Thanks for commenting. I'm a writer want to be but have committed with support from my family. I wrote about it a month or so ago so we'll see if I persevere. I changed jobs about 4 months after 21 years in nonprofit where the last two years sort of sucked my energy and soul. I still have a complex job but it is truly 40 hours and has a lot of work life balance that I used to have before some major restructuring. St Paul has humid days too but not the bulk of summer. It is a great spring, summer, and fall city. http://newframereference.blogspot.com/2015/05/to-be-published-author-you-actually.html?m=1
DeleteI did not know that you are working on a book! How fantastic is that! I am learning to take breaks when there is no flow (or sleepless nights and exhaustion) and do whatever brings joy/inspirations in the moment. It all will somehow feed the work (writing) in its own time. What is your process like?
ReplyDeleteI love such little neighborhoods too, so much charm in them. xxx
I wrote grants for twenty years and I've written for professional journals, but this is a new direction. My process is a general outline, but now I'm just writing as I find time, building the details. I aim to have a draft by September 1, then my daughter will give it a good edit.
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