day chatter
have to kick myself to create anything. temptation to do nothing
yesterday
-woke at 5 am. My great great aunt's rope bed creaks underneath me. Must tighten the ropes. There's five feet of snow out there. Return to dreams
- woke up my granddaughter to get ready for school
-fed the Vermont Castings wood stove
-fed cats
-kettle burbled on stove. Made cocoa, tea. ( there are so many children in rural Maine who drink coffee. Rachel prefers cocoa.
-she's off
-check email, facebook, google news. The missing jet is too much temptation to keep on hitting keys for more news
-stop wasting precious time
-try to forget the 30 hour shift I just got off because of the blizzard. Am emotinally disturbed from it. Want to ring my client's neck. He is bi-polar, blind, mentally challenged. So am I. ( almost).
-did nothing until 1pm. Intentionally. Stared at the fire. Read. Researched coal mines.
-3pm. finally. Went up to my studio, thank goodness the radiator was on there. Relaxed into warmth. Wrote until 9pm.
-mourned another day of not working on John Field, (piano), fiddle music, and lyre. Haven't figured out that except for the first time in my life maybe I am focusing on one thing. Writing. Let go my sad thoughts of music ( my soul). and get on with writing. ( my soul, too).
-midnight. stared at Paul Henry's mountain and Connemara cottages. A hundred years ago they must have looked out at that mountain and prayed.
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yesterday
-woke at 5 am. My great great aunt's rope bed creaks underneath me. Must tighten the ropes. There's five feet of snow out there. Return to dreams
- woke up my granddaughter to get ready for school
-fed the Vermont Castings wood stove
-fed cats
-kettle burbled on stove. Made cocoa, tea. ( there are so many children in rural Maine who drink coffee. Rachel prefers cocoa.
-she's off
-check email, facebook, google news. The missing jet is too much temptation to keep on hitting keys for more news
-stop wasting precious time
-try to forget the 30 hour shift I just got off because of the blizzard. Am emotinally disturbed from it. Want to ring my client's neck. He is bi-polar, blind, mentally challenged. So am I. ( almost).
-did nothing until 1pm. Intentionally. Stared at the fire. Read. Researched coal mines.
-3pm. finally. Went up to my studio, thank goodness the radiator was on there. Relaxed into warmth. Wrote until 9pm.
-mourned another day of not working on John Field, (piano), fiddle music, and lyre. Haven't figured out that except for the first time in my life maybe I am focusing on one thing. Writing. Let go my sad thoughts of music ( my soul). and get on with writing. ( my soul, too).
-midnight. stared at Paul Henry's mountain and Connemara cottages. A hundred years ago they must have looked out at that mountain and prayed.
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