It’s a snow day
I really couldn’t do much work because I hadn’t prepared to work from home, so I basically just monitored my email and wrote a paragraph or two here and there. Then I quit early and did my hour of writing on my book early. I have to say, I’m really enjoying the process this time. I don’t know if it’s just my state of mind, or my expectations or what. I really feel like by writing just one hour each day, I can get a decent first draft done in the month of March. I have realistic expectations, but expectations nonetheless. I feel wholly confident that I can do it. I have the skills, I have the basic plot, I have the time. If I get it out on paper, then after that I can rework it however. But the key is really getting a first draft down, and that’s what I haven’t been able to accomplish before. I honestly don’t know where my plot came from, but I’m having fun with it. I think about it when I lay down for a nap, and lay down at night. I think about it on the drive to work and even when I’m at work. I giggle at certain parts that I know will work out perfectly. : ) I really feel like I can do it.
What else? Well, exciting news. My freezer is getting empty! If there’s one thing I love more than preserving food, it’s using it all up! There’s just this sense of accomplishment from going through your winter stores. Weight watchers has not gone well. I need to go to my meeting on Wednesday and get remotivated. I haven’t done awful, but I’m not on track. And I”m using my new writing life as an excuse to drink excessively. But I don’t feel too overly bad about that.
I thought there was one more thing to write about… oh yes. Whiplash. I really have it. I’m pretty banged up from my fall on the ice yesterday and i’ve been whining all day. It hurts more when I lay down, but if I can stay in one position indefinitely (which is absolutely impossible for me) it’s ok.I move around a lot when I sleep and every time I lift my head up to turn over or rearrange myself, it hurts. Whaa.
Well, I’ve already gotten my writing done and at least half my piano practice in, so I’m not sure what I’ll dof or the rest of the night. I may try to read some more Dalai Lama I really am trying to be more compassionate as I think that’s a good thing. And maybe read some writing books. I have my writing group tonight and I know I should go, but well, now it’s too late. Between the whiplash and the snow, I really just don’t want to leave the house.
