Well, despite the fact that I didn’t quite manage to meet all my goals, I’m happy about what I did accomplish. Last round, several ROWers wrote about writing spaces, Nadja Notariani and Lauralynn Elliott among them, and I mentioned my screened porch, which at the time was more a squeegeed-in-amongst-the boxes writing place than an ahhhh writing place.
So, I have cleared off my screened porch, and bolstered by L.S. Engler’s glee over her new writing space, have included pictures.
The porch is where I do longhand writing for the moment, as the table is too high for ergonomic correctness. Note the fountain pens, and yes, the black pen has black ink; the blue, blue ink; the pink, pink ink; the green, green ink. It’s how I edit, and yes, I am easily amused and an unrepentant nerd.
This is the view from the porch; despite how close the neighbors’ porches are, they rarely sit on their porches, and never at 5am. I am hoping to figure out a way to work on the laptop on the porch, but in the meantime, I cleared off the desk in our bedroom,
which has a keyboard tray at the correct ergonomic height, and which had become a repository for loose change, little slips of paper on which I am notorious for writing extremely important notes, and the general detritus of a busy life in an over-cluttered house. It was not being used as a desk at all, so my husband was fine with my claiming it for a writing space. Thankfully, he sleeps so deeply that I will not bother him at 5am; I often wonder how the heck he ever woke up when the kids were little, but he did.
Of note beyond the color-coded fountain pens are the coaster for the coffee mug and the candle. The caffeine is necessary, and the candles have become part of the writing ritual for me. The vintage Big Ben alarm clock, which was my father-in-law’s, provides nice white noise; it actually ticks loud enough that I can hear it on the porch when the bedroom windows are open, as they are this time of year.
Oh, yeah, goals. I have fallen off the wagon on several, sigh. I hit the mark on the dissertation footnotes; I found that the boring nature of them is a double-edged sword. The first 200 or so were mostly written, with little CHECK THIS! notes here and there. They have to be cleaned up and moved to the new word processing system, but that doesn’t take much creative thought, and can be done when my brain power wouldn’t light up a refrigerator light. It takes a lot more to decipher where the heck the author took the Bible citation, or the quote from Aristotle, since she doesn’t always give the chapter and they are in Latin. So, I’m cheating right now, but hey, it is progress.
The conference paper, ack. It’s coming along, but it’s just pulling teeth. I know that at some point, I will get as excited by the topic as I was when I wrote it, but I am not there yet, sigh.
The book reviews, *blush*. Although I have a draft, it did not get posted this weekend, so I need to push this to the top of the list.
Walking the dog—most of the time, I did manage twice a day, except for the torrential rains during the best available times. This dog would happily walk in the gully-washers we have in North Florida, but me, not so much. I won’t melt or anything, but getting drenched on the way to work? No thanks.
So, on the whole, a week that fell on the plus side. Still some settling in to do, but the lack of clutter on the porch and the desk are incredibly calming and mind clearing. How are y’all doing these nice fall days? Check on everyone else’s progress here.