Well despite the broken wrist and the black eye, things are looking up. I'm getting in a few hours a day of writing. I'm happy to report that I feel back in my "Writing skin" so to speak. I was struggling for a few weeks after the abrupt move back to get back in my groove. Now, the poems are forming and taking shape and flowing out of me. They need constant care and feeding though, in the form of drafting.
I'm reading two novels a week plus a book of poetry. On top of all this, I'm watching Home and Garden TV for tips on how to really set up my apartment in this small New England village to look bright and cheery. And on how I can maximize my space for dinner parties and LOST TV parties.
Right now, more than half the boxes are unpacked. Of course, most of those were books. Hundreds and hundreds of books. All of which are now proudly ensconced in my ceiling to floor walnut brown IKEA bookshelves. I still need at least two more bookshelves though.
It's been snowing on and off the last few days. The snow is crystalline and beautiful. It jewels under the streetlights at midnight. I like the fact we're getting a bit of snow these days. Gives me that inward writing feeling.
This Friday, I'm traveling with several friends to Boston as one of our friends lost his mother to brain cancer. He was taking care of her all the way and held her hand while she died. So he wants us there for the memorial on Sat. We'll rent a motel room and try and see a bit of Boston while we're at it. I admit, I'm not all that familiar with Boston as I don't know anyone who lives in the city proper. It seems like kind of a big deal to go downtown for the day, so I've only done it once. Perhaps renting a room with other Grad Students might make this interesting, despite the unfortunate circumstances. I guess we'll stay Sat. night too.
Anyway, I should get back to my extreme home makeover. And prepare for another episode of LOST tonight, something I can't seem to get enough of these days.....
You know, it's only because of your constant references to "Lost" that I finally stopped pooh-poohing the phenomenon (to which my husband is addicted) and started watching it with me. Soon I will be as addicted as either of you.
Glad you're back in the writing groove. (And reading groove. I can't remember when I last finished a book whatsoever, it's pathetic.)
*hugs*
Posted by: Victoria Marinelli | February 28, 2007 at 04:31 PM
Er, that was supposed to be "started watching it with *him.*" He and I do have our similarities, but I actually can make distinctions between us :)
Posted by: Victoria Marinelli | February 28, 2007 at 04:32 PM
I'm sending you warm embraces and sweetest thoughts (in a totally non gay, extremely masculine style).
Posted by: King Of The Hill | February 28, 2007 at 05:58 PM
Ah thanks King. And of course, coming from you I never would expect it to be non-masculine. I mean, we are engaged and all.....
Posted by: Oedipa | March 01, 2007 at 04:41 PM
Ha! Your wanton activities with biscuits and gangsters mean that our nuptials will be a glowering, desultory affair at best.
Posted by: King Of The Hill | March 02, 2007 at 06:02 PM
Things sound very good on your end, despite your tumble. :)
Posted by: pea | March 03, 2007 at 06:37 PM