Writing, or lack thereof
It's remarkable, the change that occurs when a baby comes into your life. Priorities change, schedules change... Oh, all of the old ones are still there, they just don't coincide with what used to be. What used to be... isn't that an interesting thought, it seems like little Lizzy's been here forever and yet I still recall with perfect clarity the way things were before. Different, just different, really. She'll be three months old next week and we've been through a lot. Not a lot I suppose relative to her tiny scale but just one baby cold seems like an unsurpassable obstacle while you're in the thick of it. Thankfully, we're also now past the crying while eating days. While many of us would enjoy eating every two hours, apparently she wants to move on now to three or more hours. First-time parents mistake and boy did it take us a long time to learn! Overall we're all doing well and she's still the most beautiful little girl in the world. She hasn't laughed yet but we're getting close!
The Overture to the Phantom of the Opera is fantastic isn't it? I miss writing so very much and this music sets my imagination on fire. Thoughts and stories of afar and a far-off time seem to jam themselves into my mind's eye. So many mysteries yet to be explored. The soaring organ is just fuel for the fire, showing me scenes of masked balls and sword fights, of elders reminiscing about the old days and of love's first kiss. So many stories out there scrambling to grab my thoughts and pull me aside from what I'm doing. Now I hear Think of Me and it throws me off in a whole new direction, true love's wishes and hopes, beautiful memories of all those times spent with your true love, the power of love in life and it's ups and downs. Perhaps today I should pick up my story again and work on it. In February 2005 I started a Harry Potter fanfiction story (it sounds funny when I say it out loud) and last summer I finished it. Since then it's been read and edited by my wonderful mother (who should have been an English major) and now it sits, unread and untouched for months. It calls to me all the time but I turn it down for other pursuits: holding Lizzy (that one's the best!) but also attempting to keep up with the house and its many quirks. Maybe I should just find somewhere to post the story and just let it be. It's been on my own website for some time but maybe it should be out there in the world, making its own way. Maybe. For now, it's the washing machine that needs my attention.
Missed work Wednesday and went in yesterday. Lizzy gave us both a cold, not a bad one but enough I don't want to spread it. This morning I felt bad enough to call in again. Hopefully tomorrow will see us all feeling better. Even though we're sick I'm still going to enjoy our special time as a family today :)
Cheers!
Ryan
The Overture to the Phantom of the Opera is fantastic isn't it? I miss writing so very much and this music sets my imagination on fire. Thoughts and stories of afar and a far-off time seem to jam themselves into my mind's eye. So many mysteries yet to be explored. The soaring organ is just fuel for the fire, showing me scenes of masked balls and sword fights, of elders reminiscing about the old days and of love's first kiss. So many stories out there scrambling to grab my thoughts and pull me aside from what I'm doing. Now I hear Think of Me and it throws me off in a whole new direction, true love's wishes and hopes, beautiful memories of all those times spent with your true love, the power of love in life and it's ups and downs. Perhaps today I should pick up my story again and work on it. In February 2005 I started a Harry Potter fanfiction story (it sounds funny when I say it out loud) and last summer I finished it. Since then it's been read and edited by my wonderful mother (who should have been an English major) and now it sits, unread and untouched for months. It calls to me all the time but I turn it down for other pursuits: holding Lizzy (that one's the best!) but also attempting to keep up with the house and its many quirks. Maybe I should just find somewhere to post the story and just let it be. It's been on my own website for some time but maybe it should be out there in the world, making its own way. Maybe. For now, it's the washing machine that needs my attention.
Missed work Wednesday and went in yesterday. Lizzy gave us both a cold, not a bad one but enough I don't want to spread it. This morning I felt bad enough to call in again. Hopefully tomorrow will see us all feeling better. Even though we're sick I'm still going to enjoy our special time as a family today :)
Cheers!
Ryan