Whew! What a long and weary weekend, but worth it to get in a good working workout, right?
On Friday I went down to Cary to help my sister-in-law with her new condo closing! Woo hoo! Joining the ranks of homeownership . We had to rush a bit to get some lunch and back to the apartment for the movers and then to follow the movers and get them finished before the cable guy. One mover spoke his own version of English and the cable guy had an interesting working theory about state capitals but those are stories for another day.
I got back to Charlotte at about 10 on Friday and hubby’s drill died just in time for us to head back over to Cary in his car to do some more moving and packing. Makes me never want to move again considering how much junk we have now and I’m a purger of stuff! (Hubby was running cables through the ceiling for me so I can now watch the DVR in the bedroom, making it so he can play games and I can still watch TV in HD)
By the time we got back on Saturday it was too late to do anything and we were virtual slugs on Sunday. I made it through three days of no reading or writing. I was pretty happy to get back into it today, but as of this time of 4:25 I have managed to avoid my cleaning chores. How much longer can I make them wait?
On an additional writing note, I think I’ll manage to have more time for reading and poetry because I am going to put aside Non-fiction writing for a while. I enjoy it but not in a revising for publication way, more of a journaling for myself way.
On a color note: You say indigo. I say girls. We say the closer we are to fine.
Ah, nothing like a good day to keep your week humming along
I attended the CPCC ArtsFest today and it was a real treat. The festival was nice last year but it was GREAT this year. The first lecture/reading I attended was by A. Van Jordan. I was COMPLETELY blown away. I have a total poet crush now. I had a chance to speak with him for a minute or so while I had him sign one of the books I bought (I almost bought all 3 of his books but I kept myself to 2 so I could have one to buy later). Not only is he an unbelievable speaker and poet but he was very personable and I was able to connect myself to him via one of my fellow Queens workshop attendees and the illustrious Ross White *wink*
After A. Van Jordan’s reading and signing, the current NC Poet Laureate, Kathryn Stripling Byer, read and lectured. She was so laid back and fun. I had been told I needed to hear her read, but I had not had the opportunity until today. Great fun. I also had a chance to speak with her for a minute, being able to connect a former high school teacher (Judy Boyer Williams) and my bestest bestest friend Tara Powell to her as well. I’m like a 6 degrees of separation Ho or something
But well worth taking the time to drive downtown, park etc. As if meeting the two poets was not enough I got to see the guys from Iodine Poetry Journal and Main Street Rag which, of course, required me to blow more money on poetry journals and books and I even saw one of the recent grads from Queens who is an adjunct at CPCC.
Ah, to be in the world of poetry . Now if I just had time to write something today?
–Blue said to Cliche–”You’re so wrong! I’m happy!”
Today has been interesting, for lack of a better word!
First this morning I got an email from an old friend, not old in age, but old in how long I had known her. See, back on Feb 27th I posted the names of a few people I would love to find from my past and she, googling herself, found me. I’m looking forward to reconnecing! Here is my summary from before:
Christie Shorter–My first real friend. She moved away when I was about 7 because her Dad was in the Coast Guard. We have kept in sporadic contact, a lot of that my fault. Full name I believe is: Christina Lynn Shorter, but married Christina Cothron? Last knew she was living in Northern Florida and married to Tony and had son. Do you have email, Christie? I can’t find one for you.
That was a nice way to start the day. I managed to finish my writing pretty quickly and while eating lunch got a great deal of my reading done. I even had fun with the mail. My mortgage payment came (yeah how can that be fun?) but it turns out my worries about wanting to refinance were unwarranted because my interest rate dropped. Take that all those lenders who wanted me to refinance and owe more than my current loan .
I’ve also joined Twitter. This is Me Why? Well, thought I’d give it a try.
Good day. Good day. Now if my bathroom would just finish cleaning itself it would be even better.
And to continue my color theme: Green has moments.
It does, just ask it.
Ah Tuesday. Always a treat. Tuesday means I’ve made it through Monday . I met some of my friends (former co-workers) for lunch and I actually made myself go upstairs into the office to visit. That is the first time I’ve been inside my old workplace in 8 months. And, it felt the same. I, however, am different. I am much more relaxed. So would it be possible for me to work there again? I’m not completely sure, but being with my friends again did make me wonder.
Before running out to have lunch I finished working on my writing and afterwards I ran a few errands, walked and did some reading. I still need to work on some more reading and cleaning today because I have a busy end of the week. I don’t want to get to the end of this week, like last week, and realize I am way behind on everything. Would I really want to go back to FT work and give up the life I have right now? Would the money make it worth it?
All I know is these hands crave yellow.
I had a very unliterary weekend Well, except for the arrival of my contributor copies to The Red Clay Review which is not yet available for purchase on their website. I’ll try update it when it is.
But as for me, I read virtually nothing. I sat around with crossword puzzles, Sudoku and various mind numbing flash games on the computer. It was a nice brain break. Especially since I was exhausted after hurrying Friday afternoon to paint the guest room to make it ready for company. Ahhh! Yep. It is really yellow, but I like it So if you ever come to stay with me you can revel in the yellow, yellow room. Maybe I’ll call it the Emily Dickinson Room because someone, years ago, ruined most of her poetry by telling me it could be sung to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas.” Thanks whoever that I have conveninetly forgotten your name.
Back in the working saddle though. Applied for another PT job today. Editted poems for April workshop and picked poems to revise and send out to lit mags this week. Not a bad day. Also still working on some non-fiction but dropping one research project. I’m streamlining my writing day as we head into summer.
Even finally cleaned up my kitchen, but oh so much more to do And I hate some of the formating that eblogger does (talk about a freudian slip I first typed eblower hehehe )
I’ve basically been in front of the computer all day and I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open but I’m trying to stay up. Why? For 1 because I like when I’m on a roll with something. Today it isn’t reading or writing but getting things organized on the computer.
My hubby has company so I’ve had time to really focus in on the computer. I finally transferred all of the photos from my laptop to the main computer. After that was done, I set about actually organizing the lot of them which took a great deal of time. For extra fun tonight I’m uploading some to Picasa, myspace and facebook just to get some new stuff out there.
After I had the picture situation straight, I began trying to finish Itunes. Hubby and I have kept our Ipod libraries separate but we use the same account. I wanted to start syncing on the faster computer etc. It took me forever to updated everything and I had a scare in the middle where I thought I had lost some music I had bought through Itunes. Oh well. It is done. Still need to make some playlists and to update my photos and such, but that is no big deal.
So it is getting close to 11 and while I have nothing major that I need or really even want to do (unless it involves mindless Flash games) but I don’t want to go to bed too early and then have all day tomorrow with nothing to do. Yep, Easter for those of us who are not intimately involved with church can be a rough day. There isn’t as much of a family celebration as with Thanksgiving and Christmas and yet everything is closed. *sigh* Guess I should have gotten my shopping and mall walking in today.
Oh well. Here’s to seeing how long I can live playing “Gold Miner” and “Flip Words” before my eyes just close on their own!
You are probably thinking…well duh…art is art and of course their are similarities. But, as I take a break from painting my guest room (by myself-what was I thinking?) it occurred to me how much painting a room, or other home projects, can be like creating poetry.
First, there is that moment of inspiration. You thought of an image, a line or something that made you want to create a poem (although mine have been severely lacking lately). That is probably the best moment. Same thing with a home project. I’ve been in my home for 7 years and just now getting around to painting the guest room. Inspiration equals excitement.
Then there is the planning stage. For my paint job that was going through colors and seeing what supplies I had and/or needed to buy. With a poem, or at least for my creation process, that is getting those lines down onto paper before I forget them.
Next is the actual work. Early on it still seems ok, the taping of the room, the stirring of the paint, but at some point during the painting process I wonder –why did I want to do this again–? At some point it takes everything you have just to finish the project. That’s how I feel during my first revision of a poem. What was I writing? HOw can i make this work?
I’m not to the point of this painting project (I still have to do the second coat, during the first coat the handle on my roller broke, hanging there like a dangling participle) where I can start pulling up the tape and appreciating and/or being horrified at what I have done but I have been there before with a room project and with a poem. Just when you think you are finished with both you see the drips, the tiny bit of yellow that got onto the carpet, the ending that is just too cliche.
Have a good weekend everyone Maybe I’ll put a picture up of the room when it is dry. That is, if I can still walk