Still not writing. Still not worried about it, though.
I find that small projects get me through the day - like little doses of serotonin, taken as needed. Things I can work on as time allows, like when the Kinglet is bent over a worksheet, or playing in the next room, or after he goes to bed, if I still have the mental energy. Things I don't keep thinking about when I'm not doing them, or feel slighted when (not if) I am interrupted. Unlike writing.
For example, I filed all of our paperwork and shredded like a decade's worth of old financial documents. I got all the Kinglet's school records and diagnosis malarky in reasonable order. I organized our photo albums and finally got caught up with the scrapbooks. See?
After the albums and scrapbooks, I purged and condensed a bunch of collage materials I've been saving for years... decades, gah.
I thought for a bit that once I was done I'd start doing collages again, but then I realized I'm not actually feeling creative - what I'm feeling is a need to exert control over the chaos that is my life. Hence the filing and condensing and purging and organizing. Which is fine - I feel accomplished, and the collage materials will be waiting nice and accessibly when I want them. Onwards and upwards...
I finally got around to sorting my coin collection and putting them in protective holders, all proper-like. Nothing valuable, really, just what we call "funny money". Stuff my Dad picked up in the Navy. Stuff people send me when they travel.
(If I'd thought about it, I would have taken pictures of the coolest ones before I sealed them up.) My favorites are the ones from Mexico (all covered in Aztec-looking decorations), Japan (especially the ones with holes in the middle), and an early twentieth cen. South African coin with a hole punched in it to be worn as jewelry or carried.
Now I just have to find boxes the right size and somewhere to PUT them...
I finally, officially, converted the upstairs bedroom into my writing den, having moved up all of my books, binders, journals, boxes, files, and desk supplies after the basement flooded. Now all I need is a desk.
And a filing cabinet.
Maybe a cork board.
But anyway, look:
See? Almost nothing on the guest bed. Pictures up on the wall (with hooks and everything!)
Bookshelves - with books on them! In rows! My Romeo and Juliet poster, salvaged from the moldy basement!
My Wellness Collage finally pinned up, not stuck behind a bookshelf. My collection of witches, from my Co-op days.
My map of the world! My cardigan! My coffee cup!
(These are a few of my favorite things.)
Some of the stuff I had to haul out of the office to make it liveable.
My next project: organizing fifteen years of a writing career in paper (such as it is).
And while we're at it, more stuff that makes me happy lately:
more pictures finally on the wall (how long have we lived here?!?)
Plus, coffee. And a cardigan (background)
sparkly green nails for St. Paddy's Day
Tiger Woods PGA Tour for Playstation.
The God-King made my avatar. She's cute as all get-out. And she's got booty. I wish I could show you.
Got the latest Lord John book for Xmas. Got confused as to what the hell Ms. Gabaldon is talking about, since she writes them out of order with years in between and one needs a reference manual at hand to keep all the characters and subplots straight ANYWAY. Went back and reread (speed-read) ALL the Lord John books, in chronological order (as per the stories, rather, not publishing dates). Will likely re-read much of the Outlander series while I'm at it, because What the Hell.
Used up an Xmas gift card on the discount rack at Kohls and stocked up on pjs, yoga tops, and lounging pants - i.e. Mommy's WORK CLOTHES. OMGz, super comfy. And don't I look professional? (cough)
THIS song:
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... from my favorite movie/album when I was six years old. It's been going through my head like a skipping record, especially the line:
I'm barely getting through tomorrow
but still I won't let sorrow bring me way down
Pretty self-explanatory, that. Maybe if i sing it to myself enough, I'll climb out of this downswing.
Anyway. These are the things keeping me from having cranky face all the time.
Just had to share.