Sunday Writer Ramble

Allow me to ramble on a Sunday afternoon..

I got up way too early this morning. It was kinda quiet and I was tip tapping away when I noticed the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, better 1/2, who even in the pre-coffee morning state is still better, came trudging into the living room. Yeah, she has trudging down to an art form. If there were an Olympic event, I would lay down serious money on her ability to win a gold medal.

I had got up near eight o'clock which is about 2 hours too early for my normal routine. I am still stuck on second shift mode. I had decided to start on the, what I had hoped for at least, final draft for this poem I have been pursuing for over a month now. Well it was going like it had been; no where, really fast. So seeing as how I am really just playing with a few words and it really is in its final death agony, I thought I would give over and set it aside for a few minutes, shake the frustration out of my thoughts.

Before I knew it, I had opened up a file for the blasted novel, may all that is holy help me. It was in this state of terror, frustration and general confusion that she found me, tip tapping away. I knew she was there by the now strong smell of coffee. I tip tapped away as she shifted in her chair at her sewing machine. You can tell this is nothing new for either of us and after 22 yrs of mornings, it is a comfort to my poor, lost mind.. er novel.

As if to punctuate my fall from grace, I once again started the debate on novels. It is a very old argument, a dance we often perform. She has very different views from my own on what makes a good book, good. Once again, the dance was set aside, to be continued..

And that was the morning that was. This afternoon I have more or less slayed the sestina and I am gonna give it another eye ball after I go play with the techno-tyke. Then its gettin shipped. But I need to go find myself again, to rediscover wonder. That, my friends, is the beauty of a child.

Until then..

Comments

[Nicole]

That damn novel!! I feel your pain, as always.

[Morgan Elektra]

Apart from the coffee and the kid, this reminds me of many mornings here in our house! I know exactly what you mean about the terror/frustration/losing your mind bit while really grappling with a tough project. Hope the R&R helped break it down a little.

[Jenny Beans]

James is the best at making morning coffee. We wake up and cuddle, and then he makes coffee. Then we get up and sit at our prospective computers while working. It's the best life ever.