Here’s your answer from last time. Sorry, I meant to post in a more efficient manner. But.
The blog needed to pause.
Do you wish some days for all of life to just. stand. still. A moment? There are things here worth pursuing, worth diving deeper for, and it takes a gulp of refreshment — air, water, wind, or sun — to make it happen. Or, sometimes, those three little words, “The computer’s broken.”
Well, in my case, only the CD/DVD drive quit working. But a fix required a trip for my little machine to the Mac store. It was gone over the 4th weekend, and that was all right. Mostly.
Projects. I started a few. Even finished cleaning out a bathroom cupboard that still held baby teeth, in plastic bags, tucked away for, hm, I’m not sure what reason. It was time to throw things like that away. So I did. Mostly.
The next week, I noticed (using Mom’s computer) that my latest accepted essay, “His Spell,” was up online at The Shine Journal. About Dad and me fishing, it’s breezier than some things I do. It started, actually, with a blog post, here.
Then my computer arrived safely back home. Meanwhile, I was showing people the article I sold to BackHome, now out in their July/August issue (at newsstands mostly everywhere, I think).
It’s been nearly five months since I started my very part time job. As I’d always kind of feared behind my brain, the writing habits I had cultivated for four years dried up nearly completely. Weird, I know, but I need lots and lots of time for regular writing.
Or do I?
Finally getting back to some real focus the past couple days, I am remembering the sensation, sitting down to work (not scrolling the Facebook news page). Work. Writing is that. But it’s what I feel best suited for, when I set the nose pageward or screenward and say, right, here I remain for the allotted time today. I’ve rarely spent long hours doing my creating. In fact, one hour a day’s fine for seat time. As long as it’s regular. As long as I remember to carve out spaces during the rest of the day for deeper consideration of this living fabric, the stuff of my ramblings.
I need to observe. And to consider.
So I’m taking a cue from the katty kit here. And pausing. When necessary.
Baby teeth in plastic bags. When you look at that sentence fragment in isolation, it looks pretty strange! Congrats on The Shine Journal piece.
You are so right, Beth. That sentence is almost as strange as my practice of hanging onto my kids’ teeth. Guess I just didn’t want to throw parts of them away…:o)
Good summary of the past week or so. I like the “baby teeth” comment. It is amazing to find things we have saved for “whatever” reason. A different time and a different place. I love your picture of Wesley.
I rarely keep anything… so I appreciate this.
and congratulations , you are so inspiring.