All week, I affirmed my intention to remain mindful. Success varied, but I believe it made a big difference. This morning for example. I had to leave home at 9:00, and wrote a list of four items to do first. I checked off three and thought, well, okay, good enough. Number four said “blog.” Somehow, without thought, I found myself revising the draft at ten minutes to nine.
Of course, here I am revising yet again.
An interesting week. A very busy week. Our long delayed “spring” checkup of furnace and AC happened and I asked casually about heat pumps. A salesman came the same day, the installation happened the same week.
Our enclosed breezeway produces all the heat—in the summer, and all the cold—in the winter. It was considered living space because of an antiquated baseboard heater that couldn’t be used without exploding our electric bill.
After 32 years, goodbye, baseboard heater, hello mini-split.
there’s more—
Having a now truly–livable space dominoed. Moving one piece of furniture led to moving another, which led to cleaning out a closet, which . . . You get the picture.
The downside was I didn’t do much work on my writing projects. But a couple of results have made me wonder if there was a downside at all.
Yesterday morning, a half-waking dream centered on the landscape of my next sci fi scene. Great reminder of what I needed to describe. In addition, a frisson of apprehension I hadn’t anticipated. My subconscious was entirely right. Every scene must carry its weight and carry the plot.
This morning, soaking in the bath, came the realization of what is lacking in my other project—just the spur I needed to consider solutions.
Good can come of letting loose the reins now and then.
Does that mean if I’m a good mindful person and dive into more projects, I’ll resolve every crucial bit of plot coming up? I doubt it.
There’s still the BIC rule for writers: Butt in Chair.
Sophie
Sophie finally got to the groomer. And she seems to be feeling better. Though she still needs the sling on our walks, she’s more and more in charge of her legs at home. Last night, after her outing to pee, I shut down the lights, called to her, and she actually romped to bed.
Kate Harrington 