barely.
I did quite a happy, solid day session of writing Thursday - tidying up stupid things, wielding the mighty edit pen, adding somethings to scenes of unbalanced or unfinished yuckiness. The goal was a 30 minute session daily, 5 days a week. Thursday was actually 50 minutes - half of which was done with un-attractively gritted teeth.
Friday was a busy day - we were guests at my sons kindergarten as part of his special week (now all his buddies know Exactly how old I am). Then I whipped up a card for my scholarly nephew who graduated as a Doctor of Chiropractic - thank heaven for lots of da-vinci inspired reference books in my home, so whipping up an appropriately cool card was quite fun, and quicker than usual - yay scanners! (I should mention that other than condolence cards, I refuse to spend 2-$5 on occasion cards, when I have two jr. artists in residence with me at home. This ensures that even I don't always know what goofy stuff an understanding relative may get, and sometimes I do really cool work. Also, I am slowly working my way down through my accumulated paper pile and saving $. How much? Well, August is 5 birthdays - that can be $25 if I'm buying nicer cards, plus tax).
Wow. MAJOR Digression. No wonder I'm drained.
Saturday and today are days off writing - er, except a meandering bloggy check in thing. Tonight.
I slept a lot on saturday, and today even though I tried to rest or recharge the batteries, I failed pretty strongly. I am grumpy, short tempered, and just...drained. Anxiety dreams all last night do not help. Wait, one positive change - my former 'spitting glass out of my mouth' dream has morphed into something less creepy - spitting out snow and sidewalk salt after a 4-wheeler drive went wrong. I like this dream much better than the glass spitting dream....(ok - ew. TMI - but this is a positive change for me. Nice when typical anxiety dreams, er, upgrade.)
I think, if time allows, I'm going to watercolor or work on poetry. I want to do some Beatrix Potter-style naturalistic animal paint sketches. Since I also want to finally master focaccia dough, do some dusting and vacuuming, and make red sauce + soup, whatever I end up doing had better be on a timer and quick.
side note. Mohandas Ghandi, Winston Churchill, Mother Teresa, Mario Batali, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Anne Bradstreet all had the same 24 hours per day that I do. Life is still what I make it. If I choose to make it tired and grumpy, I'll probably not get anything other than...tired and grumpy. If I intend to make it more about the moments, I'll probably enjoy it more and second-guess it less.
Now There's a thought for the week.
Too tired for more.
A sensible week to you all. Too tired to do the full linky-thing, but I'll check in with my fellow writers tomorrow. They usually get me fired up. For instance, they totally came through Thursday :-)
G'night :-)
I did quite a happy, solid day session of writing Thursday - tidying up stupid things, wielding the mighty edit pen, adding somethings to scenes of unbalanced or unfinished yuckiness. The goal was a 30 minute session daily, 5 days a week. Thursday was actually 50 minutes - half of which was done with un-attractively gritted teeth.
Friday was a busy day - we were guests at my sons kindergarten as part of his special week (now all his buddies know Exactly how old I am). Then I whipped up a card for my scholarly nephew who graduated as a Doctor of Chiropractic - thank heaven for lots of da-vinci inspired reference books in my home, so whipping up an appropriately cool card was quite fun, and quicker than usual - yay scanners! (I should mention that other than condolence cards, I refuse to spend 2-$5 on occasion cards, when I have two jr. artists in residence with me at home. This ensures that even I don't always know what goofy stuff an understanding relative may get, and sometimes I do really cool work. Also, I am slowly working my way down through my accumulated paper pile and saving $. How much? Well, August is 5 birthdays - that can be $25 if I'm buying nicer cards, plus tax).
Wow. MAJOR Digression. No wonder I'm drained.
Saturday and today are days off writing - er, except a meandering bloggy check in thing. Tonight.
I slept a lot on saturday, and today even though I tried to rest or recharge the batteries, I failed pretty strongly. I am grumpy, short tempered, and just...drained. Anxiety dreams all last night do not help. Wait, one positive change - my former 'spitting glass out of my mouth' dream has morphed into something less creepy - spitting out snow and sidewalk salt after a 4-wheeler drive went wrong. I like this dream much better than the glass spitting dream....(ok - ew. TMI - but this is a positive change for me. Nice when typical anxiety dreams, er, upgrade.)
I think, if time allows, I'm going to watercolor or work on poetry. I want to do some Beatrix Potter-style naturalistic animal paint sketches. Since I also want to finally master focaccia dough, do some dusting and vacuuming, and make red sauce + soup, whatever I end up doing had better be on a timer and quick.
side note. Mohandas Ghandi, Winston Churchill, Mother Teresa, Mario Batali, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Anne Bradstreet all had the same 24 hours per day that I do. Life is still what I make it. If I choose to make it tired and grumpy, I'll probably not get anything other than...tired and grumpy. If I intend to make it more about the moments, I'll probably enjoy it more and second-guess it less.
Now There's a thought for the week.
Too tired for more.
A sensible week to you all. Too tired to do the full linky-thing, but I'll check in with my fellow writers tomorrow. They usually get me fired up. For instance, they totally came through Thursday :-)
G'night :-)
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ReplyDeleteYou're busy! Keep up the good work of making time for writing.
"side note. Mohandas Ghandi, Winston Churchill, Mother Teresa, Mario Batali, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Anne Bradstreet all had the same 24 hours per day that I do. Life is still what I make it. If I choose to make it tired and grumpy, I'll probably not get anything other than...tired and grumpy. If I intend to make it more about the moments, I'll probably enjoy it more and second-guess it less."
ReplyDeleteI needed to read this, thank you. You do so much it's no wonder you're drained but you always manage to look for the positive. You absolutely rock.
To Belinda - way to go Sponsor Lady! Thanks for coming by to fire me up :-) 30 minutes is still 30 minutes better than, er, doing nothing :-) Appreciate your note - you guys help us stay on our toes!
ReplyDeleteClaire, my weeks pale in comparison to yours - Still not over your productivity, you always inspire me! Still, yeah, helps to remember that great people didn't have a special time machine. They just had fabulous goals. Like, er, YOU! Today is much better, can't wait to hop around and check up on our fellow challengers! Thanks for coming by!
Wow, I love your blog's design! And your whole post just breathes the interconnectivity between the arts- the visual and the written. Sometimes when I'm stuck in my writing it helps me to draw out my ideas, although I'm more on the crayons and markers level :) Anyway, welcome to ROW80 and I'm looking forward to getting to know you better!
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you, Vicki!! I thought this template so pretty, glad to hear it has another fan. My palette in my own artwork has drifted (recently) to lavendar/peach/greens, so it's a nice fit for my mood.
ReplyDeleteOne personal goal of mine is to demonstrate to my kids the satisfaction of creation - legos, tape + rocks, Easter eggs, dinner, you get the idea :-) Welcome to the blog - when my (eek!Sick!) daughter is napping, I'll hop over to yours. I Totally agree that you can work your way out of an impasse in one medium, with unplanned effort in another. Great insight for the day :-) hope your week gives you all you want :-)