These month-in-review posts are a self-indulgent treat for me – I get to sit and navel gaze about my own habits and activities, likes and dislikes, reads and view over the past weeks. I was all set to go about looking at the last 30 days when April showers turned to flood.
A pipe froze over the winter, and when my husband ran the hose yesterday (outside…we don’t live in a slaughterhouse), all hell broke loose in my office. Water pooled in the ceiling and came out through the light fixtures, right over my desk, near my bookshelves (and the floor in front of the bookshelves, which double as extra space for another hundred books or so) and over boxes of photographs and childhood memorabilia that I was going to sort through this summer. Always “going to.”
Destroyed are papers, old story ideas, old journals, some books, some photographs, yearbooks, college and graduate school papers, old awards and certificates. All meaningful and, ultimately meaningless, of course. Especially the middle school yearbooks. My signature look was…unfortunate. Fortunately, my computer and the three notebooks I’m currently using for works-in-progress were all in another part of the house.
So, instead of moodling around in my own recent history, I was hauling my story, my past lives and future ones out into the playroom, onto the driveway, or into garbage bins.
It’s too bad because April was a blur and I could use some time to figure out what the heck was going on. Baseball season started, so our ability to have dinner as a family at a normal hour is impeded several days a week. There were deadlines and meetings, appointments and celebrations, decisions big and small. It was a lot.
This is not the first time my office has flooded, interestingly. You can read about the first time in a lovely anthology called So Glad They Told Me. My feelings are different than this time around, largely because life is different.
So maybe there is another essay in all the wet mess and the things I’m attempting to salvage that, of course, will likely need to be tossed.
- I received great news the other day that my film, Fixed Up, won another award, this one from the Global Shorts competition. We’re very proud of this go-getter of a project and look forward to hearing soon from other festivals to which we’ve submitted. A million more thanks to the entire team for being exactly who you are and doing exactly what you do.
- I wrote for 49.75 hours this month, which fell far short of my goal of 97.2 (which is part of a larger goal to write for 1000 hours this calendar year.) I’m at 174.4 hours for the year, which is frustrating for me, but I’m coming to accept that I cannot time travel, I can only go forward. The 1000 hours of writing goal is not out of reach yet.
- I have two more deadlines that I want to meet, the final one being July 1. I will then spend the final 6 months of 2018 writing a book. There. I said it. Look for frequent updates and pictures of my chewed fingernails.
- The best thing I read in April was We Carry the Sky by McKayla Robbin. Even if you think you’re not “into poetry,” this book might just change your mind. I love it when books make my pulse race and this one left me feeling like I’d run from a wild beast through a dark wood. In a good way.
Do you read poetry? Any recommendations?
- Glad Westworld is back.
This was a great read. I love this: “If you’re doing your own life work, you don’t have time to worry about the rest of the world and all the other people.”
Now we’re in May, which is one of my favorite months. The promise of loveliness never fades.