Our “vacation” officially ended last night as we drove back to Dallas from the in-laws’ beautiful lake house, but we still had today as a vacation day as well. I was happy to sleep in and relax around the house with a book for awhile, but I had errands to run that I knew I had to accomplish today while I had the chance. We had plans this evening, but thankfully the rest of the day was free for me to take my time and do what I needed to do.
I got my oil changed and some other maintenance work done on my car, then I realized how hungry I was. I was practically around the corner from the giant Half-Price Books that I love so much, so I decided to head over there and eat lunch in their cafe.
I had been there probably 20 minutes when I glanced at my watch, almost out of reflex. My sandwich was half-gone, I was close to finishing my book, and I realized that I was perfectly content, sitting at the cafe table, in my own little bubble of quiet. I had nowhere that I needed to be other than where I was. So, I stretched out that moment of stillness as long as I possibly could. I wrote in my journal. I read the rest of my book. I finished my lunch. And I was supremely happy.
It’s easy to forget how important just taking some time for yourself can be. We’re always in such a hurry–somewhere to be, something to do, even on the weekends when we impose that sense of rigid order on ourselves. But lately I’m trying to learn to let go of my need for structure a little bit, and just let myself be still sometimes. It feels good, like a creative recharge. I guess it’s hard for my creative voice to be heard when I’m always talking over it. Baby steps, one at a time, starting with lunch.
Word Counts - Today: 0 | June: 0 | 2008: 4,473
Shawn and I are taking a much needed, relaxing four-day weekend to go to the lake with family, sleep in, ride in my father-in-law’s new boat, read, and let the stress of the past month just melt off. I think it’s the recharge we both need to get back to being our normal selves.
It’s been hard lately, folks. I’ve had a lot going on, but I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say, the home office is coming along, I’ve got to have a long talk with my doctor about how not having headaches every day may not be worth the price of drug-induced nail-biting anxiety, and the fact that I write and manage projects for a living always has to take precedence over my own writing.
I didn’t make my goal of 1000 words last night.
Even though I haven’t been working on my novel, I have been writing. I wrote a couple new music reviews for CultureFeast, and I have been writing blog posts like a mad woman for this blog as well as my tech blog, Daily Tech Diva. But I’m itching to get back to work on my novel, and I have some big plans to get my notes in order and plugged into SuperNotecard. I think I have decided to use it since it is cross-platform…I really want something I can access on my Mac and my eeePC. Oh, how I wish Scrivener was open-source and cross-platform.
I always get ideas in the most inconvenient places. I know a lot of writers and other creative types suffer from the same problem–the ideas flow best when you’re not really trying, when you’re occupied with something else, and most likely when it is difficult to record your idea to remember for later.
I have been incredibly lax in writing for a number of reasons over the past few weeks–work has gotten crazy busy on me, I’ve had some more important things to attend to in my personal life, and I’ve been trying to get our apartment organized. The first two have been real motivation killers, but the organization has been boosting my creativity like you wouldn’t believe. I can’t wait to get my office/craft room completely finished (I’m about 50-60% of the way there as of today) so that I can use it, because I’m chomping at the bit to get in there and CREATE.
I use Twitter so much that it has become a part of my daily life. I use it as a communication tool, a networking tool, a marketing tool, and as a writnig tool. It’s a great exercise to figure out how to say exactly what you mean in only 140 characters!







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