We have a functioning kitchen sink again, and for a relatively painless visit from the plumber. Balance seems a little more restored to the universe. Coffee isn’t a struggle, which is really the most important thing.
I’m trying a slightly different writing routing this morning, likely not visible to the untrained eye. But I’m all about routine so it’s kind of a big deal to me. The changes are: 1. not using the timer for a hard and fast 15 minute rule 2. I started my coffee, then started writing, and will probably take a break when my coffee is ready and come back to writing. Insignificant? Maybe, but writing is like a professional sport to me. I have some superstition about what might make me more successful in this endeavor. I also tend to get really into my routines and then they can feel a bit like a box, so I’m trying to dive into writing with a handful of routines or options to fall back on.
Not sure if I mentioned it in my last post, or if it had even happened yet, but I spend a large part of Wednesday night at an ER with my oldest son. We thought he might have appendicitis, but thankfully he doesn’t. Now I’m left trying to figure out why he has been sick enough to miss multiple days of school, at least 3 times since the new year started. While he isn’t exactly striving for perfect attendance at all times, he does seriously dislike missing school, and he has been in some serious pain when he has been sick. Thankfully we left the ER with the name of a specialist and copies of his CT scan and other tests. The medical establishment in general intimidates the hell out of me.
I’d like to say TGIF in a big way today, and I really feel it, but this is a super busy weekend for me, so I don’t know that the rest I’m craving is going to be on the agenda. We have our big fundraiser for my little one’s school this weekend. My husband’s band is playing which I am really excited about because I don’t get to see them play often enough for my liking. It should be a fund event, but it is taking the hard work of the entire school, so everyone is a bit stressed at this point. I don’t have a really big central role in the event, but my committee is supposed to just show up and make sure stuff is happening. I kind of like to operate that way, behind the scenes getting shit done.
Okay, maybe I’m seeing the benefit of the timer now. I don’t have a great concept of how long I’ve been writing, and I don’t just want to stop if I run out of things to write. I like the idea of having to push through and write some crap down to see what is on the other side. I may try to work some writing prompts of some kind into this. Memories of writing workshop with my middle schoolers, which also feels like a million years ago. Sometimes it is nice to have more direction than the halfbaked ideas in my head to get some words on paper.
I’ve been thinking about signing up for a writing workshop with a local writer’s group, but that feels a little more “primetime” than I think I want to be. If I could find one with some anonymity that might make me feel better and more like I’m easing in. Maybe one online? That could work. Hmm, makes me think about an old website dedicate to mamas creating art and there was a venue for writing and critiques. Maybe I’m going to have to go search for that one. Hmm.
Casa de Viggie 