Greetings SG Friends and Neighbors,
I hope this finds you well and good and enjoying the fine weather, if you are indeed having fine weather.
I missed you all very much - sorry I haven't been on more. Please let me loose nothing of your cyber-affection; I promise I was gone for a good reason.
I just wrote three new things in a row with no break. I had a March 1st deadline for the last one that wound up becoming a March 6th deadline - there at the end I just needed a couple of more days. But it was all my time - as soon as I got home from work I wrote, worked til dinner, tried to edit some before bed, tried to get up early enough to put a half-hour in before the commute (hint - that didn't actually happen very often). Long story short I just ran myself ragged and any other writing I did - including keeping up with my poor, neglected blog and SG community - made me feel guilty.
But its done. Hallelujah, its done. I am burnt out as fuck but its done.
When its published it will be my 13th published work. Somehow I still don't feel like a legitimate writer. Perhaps because all together the money I earned doesn't equal what I made during my worst year waiting tables or pawn broking.
Well as you can imagine everything else in my life has been under a strain. At least Maya has been busy too, with her second year of Grad School. So we have been mutually busy and mutually consoling. But I haven't seen my folks or my friends, haven't been exercising enough, haven't been social.
Catching up socially is the hardest part. Compare it to exercise - I am slowly coming back to running and lifting. I ran intervals this morning for 39 minutes - slow as shit but it was according to Hoyle running I assure you. I lifted weights on Thursday and am going for it again tomorrow. But I still remember how to exercise - its just something you have to sweat at. Socially, jeeze . . . it feels like I am starting over with my friends. I'm sending out emails to people and discovering that life went on without me, that people have new relationships, new hobbies, new love. Which is all good - hell its life and life works perfectly - but it does make me feel isolated.
The problem is the day job. If I could write 40 hours a week instead of work 40 hours and squeeze writing in whenever I can it would be easier to do everything else that I want to do. But that's life writing I suppose.
Now its like coming out of the cave to gratefully smell the sun and rain. Ah the world. I like it.
Anyway enough about me.
I hope this finds you well and good and enjoying the early spring.
nothin but love,
ph
Taoist Thought of the Day: There is no easy spirituality. Spirituality should be hard work - this gives it meaning.
Cat/ Dog Report: Vindaloo has been very sweet for the past two weeks or so except she has developed the habit of putting her paws in Maya's water glass. Its like I can not convince her that a) its wrong to do, and b) she should care that its wrong. Bacchus and I have been out enjoying the mild weather, chasing sticks, cats and the occasional guy on a bike.
Factoid: I am turning in to a total alcohol pantywaist! Two shots of Jager and two glasses of wine and I am all drunkey drunk. How embarrassing! Back in the day me and my two roommates used to polish off a bottle of Jager a night. I'm out of practice and I fear that this St. Patrick's Day is going to be like the Bad News Bears III: Back In Training.
Currently Digging: The Low Lows, Ghostface Killa, Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins, Sushi, the new house black bean taco recipe, weird Asian films
I hope this finds you well and good and enjoying the fine weather, if you are indeed having fine weather.
I missed you all very much - sorry I haven't been on more. Please let me loose nothing of your cyber-affection; I promise I was gone for a good reason.
I just wrote three new things in a row with no break. I had a March 1st deadline for the last one that wound up becoming a March 6th deadline - there at the end I just needed a couple of more days. But it was all my time - as soon as I got home from work I wrote, worked til dinner, tried to edit some before bed, tried to get up early enough to put a half-hour in before the commute (hint - that didn't actually happen very often). Long story short I just ran myself ragged and any other writing I did - including keeping up with my poor, neglected blog and SG community - made me feel guilty.
But its done. Hallelujah, its done. I am burnt out as fuck but its done.
When its published it will be my 13th published work. Somehow I still don't feel like a legitimate writer. Perhaps because all together the money I earned doesn't equal what I made during my worst year waiting tables or pawn broking.
Well as you can imagine everything else in my life has been under a strain. At least Maya has been busy too, with her second year of Grad School. So we have been mutually busy and mutually consoling. But I haven't seen my folks or my friends, haven't been exercising enough, haven't been social.
Catching up socially is the hardest part. Compare it to exercise - I am slowly coming back to running and lifting. I ran intervals this morning for 39 minutes - slow as shit but it was according to Hoyle running I assure you. I lifted weights on Thursday and am going for it again tomorrow. But I still remember how to exercise - its just something you have to sweat at. Socially, jeeze . . . it feels like I am starting over with my friends. I'm sending out emails to people and discovering that life went on without me, that people have new relationships, new hobbies, new love. Which is all good - hell its life and life works perfectly - but it does make me feel isolated.
The problem is the day job. If I could write 40 hours a week instead of work 40 hours and squeeze writing in whenever I can it would be easier to do everything else that I want to do. But that's life writing I suppose.
Now its like coming out of the cave to gratefully smell the sun and rain. Ah the world. I like it.
Anyway enough about me.
I hope this finds you well and good and enjoying the early spring.
nothin but love,
ph
Taoist Thought of the Day: There is no easy spirituality. Spirituality should be hard work - this gives it meaning.
Cat/ Dog Report: Vindaloo has been very sweet for the past two weeks or so except she has developed the habit of putting her paws in Maya's water glass. Its like I can not convince her that a) its wrong to do, and b) she should care that its wrong. Bacchus and I have been out enjoying the mild weather, chasing sticks, cats and the occasional guy on a bike.
Factoid: I am turning in to a total alcohol pantywaist! Two shots of Jager and two glasses of wine and I am all drunkey drunk. How embarrassing! Back in the day me and my two roommates used to polish off a bottle of Jager a night. I'm out of practice and I fear that this St. Patrick's Day is going to be like the Bad News Bears III: Back In Training.
Currently Digging: The Low Lows, Ghostface Killa, Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins, Sushi, the new house black bean taco recipe, weird Asian films
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And you are right, I shouldn't eat the flowers...they were really gross
The hotel was nice but I was too drunk to remember the details