Days of Grace 2-1-10
1. The blech was especially bad yesterday, which, I’m wondering if it was because I didn’t have anything going on, so I was free to concentrate on how craptacular I felt. But the part I’m grateful for is that it cleared in time for me to enjoy spicy food at Bamboo Pavillion (which, upsettingly, seems to have changed their name to Spicy Bampa?) The tea-smoked duck was delish, we tried a new spicy noodle dish which was very good, though a teensy bit too spicy, all our dinner companions were fun, interesting writer types, so the conversation sparkled & scintillated.
Of course, I also had heartburn in the middle of the night, for the first time evah, so I guess I’m also grateful for that. Pregnancy symptoms? Bring ‘em on.
2. New fiber project – in keeping with the sea-creature theme, yesterday I made a jellyfish. I think I’ll start crocheting these in bright colors & call ‘em Christmas ornaments. Because, really, how many jellyfish on a christmas tree are too many?
3.
Humans = 1 Mice = 0
So far, we’re winning…. I figure there’s still time for the little darlings to figure out nuclear fission and take over the world, though. They’ve sure done a number on our kitchen…
4. Late night at work tonight, which meant another day of sleeping ’til 8. Which felt like the most indulgent thing I could possibly do. Mmmm. Sleep.
5. As always, hanging out with the people we did last night has inspired me to get off my butt and try to get back into a regular writing schedule. These women are – besides being writers I’ve admired for years & years & years – rather amazing on a personal level as well, and they make me want to be, well, more myself. They definitely live life by their own rules, and while I’m used to being around people like that in, say, Utah, it’s not as common in NYC, where everyone’s greatest goal sometimes seems to be to be exactly like (only just a bit better than) everyone else.
Anyway, as always, being around them reminded me of the things that I want from my life that my life is not handing to me, and made me start trying to figure out what I have to do to wrest those things from life. And the main one is that I need to find a writing space. Not a desk, but a chunk of time every day that is writing time. Not blogging time, or internet-surfing time or even thinking-about-writing time. And that’s a hard chunk of time to carve out. But other people manage to hold down a job and write at the same time. And I’m not that much stupider or less-ambitious than other people, am I?
So I’m thinking, and trying to find that hour & a half to 2 hours a day. And I’m going to find it. And I actually believe this. And it encourages me. So there.
You go girl!
BTW, my m/s did not really start to kick my ass until 7-10 weeks and then it was UNBEARABLE.
Glad to hear you are feeling blechy…
Congrats on focusing on finding some writing time. As a completely anal person who used to be ultra-obsessed with time management, I’d like to offer a suggestion.
When I was hunting for extra time for work purposes, I figured I couldn’t pull it out of thin air, so I had to repurpose some time currently being used for something else. To identify which time could be repurposed, I kept a very detailed log of how I spent my time for a week (sometimes two) and then analyzed the time wasters. It’s eye opening and you find out right away where you could be spending your time more productively. Boring and tedious, but I found it is worth doing from time to time.
Hope you find the time you’re looking for!
Yay for m/s (sort of)! Glad you were able to eat with everyone else. Hopefully the next month won’t be too awful in that regard.
I love your writing block (hehe)! Sounds just like my practicing time, I try to do a 2 hour block but it just NEVER happens then. So lately I’ve been trying to get down there every time I have 20 minutes. Sometimes I go longer than I expected to – sometimes I just get started and then I have to pack up; but at least I’m getting some “face time” in. I’d rather really immerse myself, but ya do what cha gotta do!
This may not work for writing, but you’ll find the best way for you.
I had no idea you were from Utah! I’ve lived here most of my life. Are you comfortable sharing any details–where in Utah you lived, what brought you to New York, etc.?
So funny to hear people congratulating you on feeling icky. It is really the only time when feeling ill has a positive outcome. Wishing you more heartburn-filled days ahead.
Yay for the blech!
My darling sprogblogger,
the number of people you are “way stupider than” is, um, teensy tinesy silly small.
like, say, 4.
I’m just sayin’.
I too am trying to figure out how to wrestle my dream from life…it has proven more challenging than I would have thought. BUT, I will not be swayed. Good luck on the writing–you can do! (chanting in the background…)