Mondays are early now; Zizzy has her dance class so we all have to get up earlier so Matt can come home early.
B12 is awesome for energy. . . I hope it's not possible to OD? I wonder what combining it with a red bull would do?
The house is quiet and I am the only one up. This is rare.
I got a fancy makeup set yesterday from Bare Escentuals with a gift card I gave to my mother (who did not use it and gave it back to me).
Piano time. The kids are old enough to do it, if only there were more TIME!
June is the fastest month, every year.
Sometimes I feel like a female Henry Bemis. I love my books.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Morning Pages, over a year later.
I haven't written anything on this blog since last year.
I tried to think of this primarily as my "writing blog;" I did morning pages for a while after reading about them in The Artist's Way but then Vin was born and I kind of flaked out on writing anything for quite a while. I was elbow deep in baby stuff, kid stuff, and when I wasn't doing that I was either catching up on my sleep or reading all my things for ICEA and getting childbirth educator-certified. Oh, and I was working at night, too. I had a few creative outlets, I finished my LOST Island Map cross stitch, I finished Miss Pac Man, and then I started doing all kinds of crazy felt experiments that eventually led to the Dharma Initiative coffee sleeves.
During all this I started to miss writing, and after a while I thought maybe I just might have a few too many balls in the air and that I needed a break from one or two of them. I took a break from childbirth ed and focused on doing what I wanted to do each day, then and there, which has been nice. I have been writing, irregularly, but making progress. I have learned that when I write something, and this has been true since college, I put most of my effort into the first 2/3 of a project, and then seem to rest on my laurels after that and half ass my way through the rest. I am trying not to do that with this thing of mine, mostly what I've been doing has been to construct a skeleton of what I someday want the story to be so that I can just move slowly and not feel pressured about finishing it. Moving slow can be annoying, but at least it's still on the table.
I spent some of my birthday money last night at Barnes and Noble--Elements of Style for Screenwriters and The Writer's Journey; we'll see about these.
I am only awake writing this because Matt came charging upstairs at 530am to rant about how he'd been up with Vin for 2 hours. Obviously he forgot that once I'm up, I AM UP. It takes me at least 45 minutes to fall back asleep once this happens, but apparently when the sun is up already, all deals are off. Ugh.
I tried to think of this primarily as my "writing blog;" I did morning pages for a while after reading about them in The Artist's Way but then Vin was born and I kind of flaked out on writing anything for quite a while. I was elbow deep in baby stuff, kid stuff, and when I wasn't doing that I was either catching up on my sleep or reading all my things for ICEA and getting childbirth educator-certified. Oh, and I was working at night, too. I had a few creative outlets, I finished my LOST Island Map cross stitch, I finished Miss Pac Man, and then I started doing all kinds of crazy felt experiments that eventually led to the Dharma Initiative coffee sleeves.
During all this I started to miss writing, and after a while I thought maybe I just might have a few too many balls in the air and that I needed a break from one or two of them. I took a break from childbirth ed and focused on doing what I wanted to do each day, then and there, which has been nice. I have been writing, irregularly, but making progress. I have learned that when I write something, and this has been true since college, I put most of my effort into the first 2/3 of a project, and then seem to rest on my laurels after that and half ass my way through the rest. I am trying not to do that with this thing of mine, mostly what I've been doing has been to construct a skeleton of what I someday want the story to be so that I can just move slowly and not feel pressured about finishing it. Moving slow can be annoying, but at least it's still on the table.
I spent some of my birthday money last night at Barnes and Noble--Elements of Style for Screenwriters and The Writer's Journey; we'll see about these.
I am only awake writing this because Matt came charging upstairs at 530am to rant about how he'd been up with Vin for 2 hours. Obviously he forgot that once I'm up, I AM UP. It takes me at least 45 minutes to fall back asleep once this happens, but apparently when the sun is up already, all deals are off. Ugh.
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