Monday, or A Day's Work
Feb. 4th, 2008 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanWoke up at 8 -- wow, I slept in! -- and felt only minor aftereffects of the previous night's celebrations. I then got to prove myself a real New Yorker by having to get up and move the car for alternate side of the street parking. I have to do this twice a week, which really isn't much of a hardship, but still makes me thankful that we have found Darcy a nice retirement home back in Connecticut, where ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
0eris0 will take good care of him, and spare him sitting unused for days and weeks on end, which is no fate for a performance vehicle.
Then I reworked a proposal, took posession of a new freelance project, broke down a few more boxes, brainstormed with another writer on her project, and made a salad so my fridge didn't seem so empty. Then I dealt with some correspondence, and came up with a novella proposal for another possible project.
Oh, and I took a nap in there somwhere. The felines insisted.
It's good to have the writer-brain back in lead. I missed working, a lot. Like most of us in the arts, it's not just what I do -- it's what I am.
Of course, the home-stuff isn't finished yet. Next up: figuring out where the artwork goes. Oh, and arranging a painting party date. Volunteers, step forward and state your availability!
Still, at the end of the day, I can look out from my desk and see the shape of my home forming, and I am content.
0eris0 will take good care of him, and spare him sitting unused for days and weeks on end, which is no fate for a performance vehicle. Then I reworked a proposal, took posession of a new freelance project, broke down a few more boxes, brainstormed with another writer on her project, and made a salad so my fridge didn't seem so empty. Then I dealt with some correspondence, and came up with a novella proposal for another possible project.
Oh, and I took a nap in there somwhere. The felines insisted.
It's good to have the writer-brain back in lead. I missed working, a lot. Like most of us in the arts, it's not just what I do -- it's what I am.
Of course, the home-stuff isn't finished yet. Next up: figuring out where the artwork goes. Oh, and arranging a painting party date. Volunteers, step forward and state your availability!
Still, at the end of the day, I can look out from my desk and see the shape of my home forming, and I am content.
