with baby, visits, house-stuff and too little time for making money or just making some time for oneself.
And yet, when the house was quiet, I decided to take out the drawing pad. I had almost given up on my ‘I’m Not Scared-project’.
But now I was drawing for the first time in months.… Read more
… at least mentally, for I was tired. I had cleaned the apartment while Jay and Char went to the harbor on a trip, and done all sorts of things – paperwork, etc.
But I had to.
Those 500 words of writing per day are a saga, but I suppose I can do it again, when I start another story.… Read more
Worked all day on putting shelves, assembling Jay’s bed, shopping baby-stuff, plus normal house-chores, shopping, cooking, dishing. This should have been a day I just muddled through and forgot about but … it went better than expected. And I think I know why.
It’s because I accept it.
I accept that these days are going to be the norm for the foreseeable future, esp.… Read more
After yesterday’s considerations about persistence and hope when trying to make a living, at least partially, as a writer in the 21st century, I knew I had forgotten something…
It’s good to remember that if I write 500 words per day on stories I love for the next 10 years then making mental room and spending calendar time for and on that … is worth the most.… Read more
Got home today from the rent-a-seat-office and wanted to make a big splash in writing and blogging. And then I felt completely down about it all.
I sort of stood and looked at our tiny apartment and said to myself: ‘Yeah, yeah – it’s nice, after all. I think we have a lot of good things, including a child soon.… Read more
Started the day writing, before we did all kind of cleaning up- and baby-prep stuff. And I quickly got some business-mail out of the way, and although I know it is waiting for me Monday, I just had to get going. So I wrote again – a scene for my story.… Read more
12 hour work-day and then writing my story. One day in my life that should be a guiding star.… Read more
Tuesday I awoke and felt everything ‘collapsing in on me’ – the little office corner in the house was still a mess.
Also, I had accounting to do, a course coming up in the evening (where I teach), work tomorrow … and through all of that an incessant yearning to just write.… Read more
This is a quick sketch of Mary Strachan, the new main character of my new-new illustrated short story-series.
The series is not yet titled but I call it The Capables as a working title. Seemed like a good idea since it is from an old Japanese movie called The Dimension Travelers and, well, refers to people who can travel between dimensions, into alternate worlds.… Read more
Today I went to see St Joan (Bernard Shaw’s play) which quickened me a bit. Which was good, because I felt grey inside, as if mist had taken up residence in my heart – or swirled dangerously close.
I felt cut off from something vital, perhaps from supportive social circles for some of my higher goals of life, such as this blog and other things.… Read more