Days Off

Final Word Count: August 9, 2011- In the hundreds (1/2 a page); no point in journaling

I don’t know if I can make it through a day anymore without writing. I don’t feel complete without falling into my make believe world. I was wondering how long it’d take fort his to happen.

I received a lovely comment from C.B. Wentworth (http://cbwentworth.wordpress.com) about insanity and a writer’s need for it. It got me thinking about this.

We’re all a little crazy but it takes a surprising amount of strength to accept, embrace and display our unique quirks. One of mine happens to be stick figure enforcers. Someone else’s may be silly hats or a “cape of creativity.” I will champion each and every person’s quest for their creative outlet and their source of motivation and support. The world would be so boring and dismal if it weren’t for these people.

So far I’ve ended up with a surprise week off from work so at the rate I’ve set for myself, I should have easily been through a third of my story but nope. I’m heading off to hot yoga  so I’m crossing my fingers that a good sweat session and some deep poses will limber up more than just my back and shoulders. I’ll be back after to finish this.

Don’t go anywhere! See you in 2 hours!

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What a delightful hour of sweaty stretching. It’s been so long since I went to yoga, I was quite saddened to discover how much of my bendiness I’ve lost. When you sit at your computer for so long each day your hip flexors don’t take kindly to not staying stretched out. Thus, my once-proud warrior pose has morphed into Igor (as illustrated):

Marty Feldman as Igor in "Young Frankenstein"- best Franky Movie EVER!

And that’s after 40 minutes of warm up!

As I’m sitting here in the fancy grocery store eating my suppers, I’m reveling in the fact that I felt fall in the air today. It may be a little early to feel September-ish but as I was changing after yoga, I suddenly got homesick for the cottage. It’s been lingering for a while- I’d get a twinge when I got a whiff of some coniferous trees or heard the rain pittering on the leaves. It hit me like a playground bully’s fist in my gut today. Laying in bed with Furry Little Bum Cheeks, I noticed the little maple outside my bedroom window is starting to change colours! Anyone who knows me can attest to what a fall baby I am and today just made my day.

I think I’m going to have to cave in and get a pair of super comfy, thin, pajama type pants, especially for after yoga since I think it’s time I get back into it. To be honest, I’m tired of living in my yoga pants and want something looser, thinner and comfier. I can’t wait for the perfect sweater, soft pants and thick warm socks. I have to admit that I’m completely enamoured with the writing culture, image and romantic idealism. As much as it’s important for me to have a roommate so I can re-learn how to live with someone, I long for the day when I can have a space just for my writing. I would gladly turn a little garden shed into my creative haven, in fact I think that would be perfect!

Nothing screams “tortured writer” like a Dublin pub though. For anyone who plans on visiting Dublin, I highly recommend you take the literary pub crawl. I’ve done it twice already and will definitely do it again the next time I go back.

Since I’m here in Halifax, not Dublin, I’m going out on a limb today and opting to get my work done at the “liberry.” Perhaps the combination of quietness and unlimited research potential will help me out. Wish me luck! I’m now close to 4,000 words behind *low whistle*. Eeek.

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