Okay, who stole most of January? Really? I clearly remember this Round starting, thinking that all of January lay before me. Humph! The last few days have flown by due to various family crises; without weighing down this check-in with all the fol-de-rol that happened, I am going to post that on Lapidary Prose.
The good news? We signed a lease Tuesday for a house in Albany. *throws confetti* I had started to fear that we would be moving things into storage at first, but thank the stars in heaven, that is no longer necessary. I will still endeavour to divest myself of books and other possessions, but not having to move things twice is truly liberating.
On to the accountability portion of our program:
Writing: I’ve been going beyond the raw outpourings in the test mile, starting to pull pieces into the perspective of one WIP or another. I’m still struggling with the POV of my female lead in the British bride WIP. One thing I hope to do this weekend is find a name for her. Nothing I’ve tried so far works for her.
Exercise: Not only have I been walking a lot, but I’m walking in 25-40 degree weather. Yes, I know how mild that is here, but I’m pleased at how well I’ve acclimated to this weather. After all, it is still getting into the 80’s in Gainesville.
Also, I’ve been walking up steps like I grew up with them, and it will only get better. The house we are renting has a basement and a second-floor—who needs a stair-climber when one’s house serves the same purpose?
Family: I’ve been emailing all the kids pictures of the house. I will need to print some off to send via snail mail to my dad, who regards computers and email somewhat like the brain worms of Star Trek movie fame.
I have not had the courage or the strength to call my dad; I have to do it soon, but do not look forward to it.
As in the last check-in, I’ve been spending inordinate amounts of time with my husband. Sometimes I am reminded of the expression that marriage is planting two holly bushes too close together, but we have been doing pretty well lately at interleaving our thorns.
Friends: I’ve kept some friends updated on the house hunting, but have not been very supportive on Facebook or commenting on blogs. I will get back to this, I promise, but I may not be my usual, verbose self until next Round.
Day Job: There are things I said I would do that I’ve decided not to do. Doing them does not benefit me or any of the colleagues that have been supportive or kind. I am quite tired of being the “professional good girl,” and, with apologies, twisting slightly Elizabeth Ann West’s comment last check-in, I’m putting my oxygen mask on first. Elizabeth Ann meant to take care of myself first, but in this case, I’m taking care of myself, period. Whoo, where did that rant come from? These morning pages/test miles are peeling the onion, I think!
I do have things to do for some of my colleagues, but they will understand if the kerosene in the lamp runs out before I finish. A good faith effort will suffice.
Overall, I am pleased with progress. I am in so much better shape in so many ways this first day of February than I was this day last year. Isn’t that what it is all about?
As always, please encourage all the other ROWers here.