This morning, I am thinking about the writing that gets done in the morning. I have been up for hours writing in my offline journal. I now do most of that writing on the computer, but in a Word document. I wrote over 2000 words this morning--very satisfying.
I had planned to do some of that writing last night, but I got home from work and decided to take a walk instead. We had been expecting visitors to campus yesterday afternoon--their plans changed, but I spent all afternoon being ready for their imminent arrival. I did small tasks here and there, but I didn't want to get involved in anything intense, because I wanted to be fresh for the visitors.
I got home with that tired eye and headache feeling that comes from too many hours sitting in a chair and staring at a screen. I went for my walk, and while I waited for my spouse to come home, I read Madeline Miller's book, Circe--what an amazing book!
Yesterday morning, I wrote a poem instead of doing my Internet rambling, as I usually do first thing in the morning. I continue to write Noah-after-the-Flood poems. I now have 5 of them, and I'm wondering how they might interact with other poems, especially my after-the-hurricane poems. I'm thinking about other stories and wondering how I might do something similar poetically with those stories.
Even though I shouldn't be, I am surprised by how much more writing I get done if I do it before I do my Internet rambling.
I have also been thinking about other journaling I've done, specifically the kind of journaling I did in November when I was participating in the online class that turned out to inspire more sketching than I anticipated. I've been thinking about returning to this kind of journaling but with a discerning the future kind of focus. I've got a few extra sketchbooks, and I think I'll dedicate one to be a discernment journal. I could also write by hand in that journal. Hmm. I had thought I might start that journal, too, last night, but I didn't anticipate my complete frazzlement.
Maybe tonight while my spouse is at choir rehearsal, I'll start that journal. Or maybe it's not realistic to think I can do this kind of writing at night. Part of my brain says, "But I could do it back in November!" Those days are not these days, alas.
But first, spin class.
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