First Saturday morning of the school year, basking in the togetherness and at-homeness of it all.
There’s much to be done today – in fact it’s one of those days where there’s a huge Lazy Susan of ideas, opportunities and necessities spinning in my head, and I can’t quite bring myself to stop it and pick the one thing to be done next.
One thing’s certain, that I’m continually haunted and pursued by the need to dedicate time and effort to a writing practice. I find myself wishing for foul weather, which would force downward my available options and I could feel good about retreating to the new office I’m creating downstairs. I tell myself we need to follow through on plans to create living-room space in the adjoining big room downstairs so I can still be near the ladies while I pound away at this new lifestyle. Wait, I know! – I need a whiteboard in that office so I can really get going, mind-mapping stuff, plotting and planning.
“Just shut up and write”, they tell me, so I turn and tell that to myself.
OK – right after I work on this bike.