My Prompt workshop ends this week, which makes me sad. I had a lot of fun meeting everybody in the group and listening to their (brilliant) writing. I won't say that participating in the workshop alleviated all of the trouble I've been having getting myself to sit down and write, but it did help me open up the way I write when I do. Also it got me involved with Write Around Portland which will be another interesting evolution come January. That's also when school starts again. Three classes this time, two online and one on campus. I haven't even let myself think about it much, since my brain has been so busy with everything else like moving. The big men with the truck are coming on the 30th to move me into the new house. I still haven't packed a box, though I have made many optimistic packing schedules.
I frequently find myself looking for a moment in which to rest and forget that all of this change is swirling around me. Thus far there are none to be found. Next week I'll get a respite from work when half of our team is sent on furlough to save the company money. I plan to use at least one of those days to do absolutely nothing but read a book, watch a movie or two, and vigorously deny to myself that anything is amiss.
I frequently find myself looking for a moment in which to rest and forget that all of this change is swirling around me. Thus far there are none to be found. Next week I'll get a respite from work when half of our team is sent on furlough to save the company money. I plan to use at least one of those days to do absolutely nothing but read a book, watch a movie or two, and vigorously deny to myself that anything is amiss.