Learning a new game together on the ipad
My desk is less than a minute away from here
Straight lines and shadows, abound
My Thursdays and Fridays are given over to writing: this is the theory. However like many theories of mine it is one that is thwarted by a lot of excuse-making and judgements-of-convenience. Take today for example, when I wrote nothing new (although I did write up notes) and all I could think about was I haven’t blogged, didn’t know what to blog, and oh dear god, just think woman. In a semi-defence, I did go an see the Osteopath for a little physical therapy on my jaw and its ongoing TMD issues, but all it did was worsen the aching of my cheek muscles and trigger a headache I spent all afternoon trying to shake.
In the morning I went to the library to work, to escape the house and all the reminders and messes that would only bug me if I remained here. In the time between starting and finishing my work I made the very convincing argument to myself that I had to go get a coffee and a cooked breakfast next door at the cafe; heck, I’d earned one. While I was there, I read a book and the newspaper. You get the picture, and so it goes.
Keira’s hugs have been fiercer, tinged with desperateness. She’s admitted she’s been missing me. On my part, I miss them too, although it is nice to just get up and go in the mornings, with no greater worry than making my train. At the start I was texting Adam every day, by this week I’d forgotten about a literacy meeting Riley was lined up to have until after it was over (luckily Adam remembered).
I’m happy. Tired, but happy.
But I’m going to need to sort out the how-and-where-and-when of writing. Otherwise, it’ll get me down, I can feel it.
