Saturday, September 25, 2004
Sunny and lovely
I should have written all day yesterday. Instead, I rearranged my space. Even though it’s temporary, I still have to live in it, and I need to make it work for my writing. I took down a six-tier unit that had –hmm, some would call it junk, I call it “artifacts from my life”. The most important were redistributed throughout the space, and the rest packed away. When I’m in the house, I’ll be able to put up everything. But right now – I really don’t need thirty five hockey pucks displayed next to my desk, even though most of them were signed by players I interviewed for the book. They have a lot of personal meaning to me, but I don’t need to look at them all the time.
Okay, so I kept out three.
But there’s much more space now with the books reorganized, the “office bookcase” pushed back in the space where the étagère was, and the files where I can get at them. I still have stacks of stuff to go through to either file or toss, but that will take time. It won’t happen all at once.
That, grocery shopping, and packing, believe it or not, took up most of the day.
Today, I will rewrite the episodes of The Widow’s Chamber on which I’ve been working, and, hopefully, write some more. I’m not going to worry about Cutthroat Charlotte – I’ll get inspiration from Montauk and double-duty CC along with Tapestry next week.
I’ll also work on my articles. Bits of them have formulated in my head, so it’s a case of getting the right bit on the right page and then expanding on the ideas.
Felicia, my oldest cat, is fading slowly, and it makes me sad. She is eighteen, and has CRF. We’re doing all we can for her, without being invasive and doing things like dialysis. But she’s been with me since she was just over a year old, and she’s my little rocket scientist, so it’s hard. She’s still content most of the time, and eats and plays occasionally and sleeps. But everything is more difficult. She’s survived and thrived so far a year longer than expected, and I just want to keep her happy and comfortable as long as possible. The other cats are very sweet and gentle with her. They all adore her, although she’s never had much use for them. I give her lots of love and attention every day, and let her know how important she is to us all.
I need to do more preparation for the Dialogue Workshop – it starts in a few weeks. Hopefully, the press mailing that I sent out a week or so ago will generate some more interest.
A few days away will help me regain perspective. I’m fretting about how far behind I am and the various pressures I’m under away from the desk rather than trusting in the work and focusing on doing the best work I can. Without good work, nothing else will fall into place. So I need to concentrate on the work. The rest of the stresses will have to take a number and I’ll get to them in turn.
Four loads of laundry this morning, catching up on e-mail, and now it’s time to be creative, amidst ticking clocks and sleeping cats.