Life After NaNo . . .
So, now that I no longer have a novel to work on, what have I been doing with my time?
Quite a bit of cleaning, to be honest. Plowed through several loads of accumulated laundry, did some vacuuming and my living room has been rendered sufficiently habitable for me to be composing this blog entry from the couch with the laptop actually in my lap.
A law firm across the street from me (just next door to the Large Red Brick Building Of Much Contention) put up an ad on Craigslist, so I walked on over and handed them my resume. Got an email from them about a week later and I have an interview this coming Tuesday. At least I won't have to worry about parking.
I spent a lot of today hammering out an extended version of the rant I did about living richly, which I distilled down to three simple instructions (be present, be grateful, be curious) and then proceeded to ramble for about 1,900+ words and counting to explain what I meant by presence, gratitude and curiosity. I'm still not sure what the hell to do with it, though I'm vaguely inclined to shape it into some kind of manifesto to release into the wild in the hopes that at least one poor soul will find something useful from it. Lord knows, in times like these, people could do with a reminder that life is still pretty darn neat and that you don't need to wait until you have enough money to live it properly.
I have split pea soup simmering in the crock pot. I'm writing by the light of a hand-me-down lamp I got from radiantbaby because she was moving and didn't need it. I've got the Tender Idols on the speakers. It's a good place to be.
Today I took pleasure in Trader Joe's Spiced Cider, heated for sixty-five seconds in the microwave.
Today I learned which chapter of The Screwtape Letters had a point I was trying to make.
Quite a bit of cleaning, to be honest. Plowed through several loads of accumulated laundry, did some vacuuming and my living room has been rendered sufficiently habitable for me to be composing this blog entry from the couch with the laptop actually in my lap.
A law firm across the street from me (just next door to the Large Red Brick Building Of Much Contention) put up an ad on Craigslist, so I walked on over and handed them my resume. Got an email from them about a week later and I have an interview this coming Tuesday. At least I won't have to worry about parking.
I spent a lot of today hammering out an extended version of the rant I did about living richly, which I distilled down to three simple instructions (be present, be grateful, be curious) and then proceeded to ramble for about 1,900+ words and counting to explain what I meant by presence, gratitude and curiosity. I'm still not sure what the hell to do with it, though I'm vaguely inclined to shape it into some kind of manifesto to release into the wild in the hopes that at least one poor soul will find something useful from it. Lord knows, in times like these, people could do with a reminder that life is still pretty darn neat and that you don't need to wait until you have enough money to live it properly.
I have split pea soup simmering in the crock pot. I'm writing by the light of a hand-me-down lamp I got from radiantbaby because she was moving and didn't need it. I've got the Tender Idols on the speakers. It's a good place to be.
Today I took pleasure in Trader Joe's Spiced Cider, heated for sixty-five seconds in the microwave.
Today I learned which chapter of The Screwtape Letters had a point I was trying to make.