Walking

Just updated again....I'm too tired to re-figure out how I put that calendar in that previous post in the first place. I'll do that another day....

More Walking and Writing...and Stuff

If you look below at my May 4 post, I have updated my calendar. I know. I haven't done much in the way of walking regularly. Ceana and I didn't walk to school today--I was afraid of getting rained on. I am hoping to walk home with her from school today, but she mentioned wanting to get picked up. Maybe tomorrow...

I have been writing off and on, but not my Morning Pages à la Julia Cameron.

I do feel the need to get back into that. Even this little bit of writing I'm doing here does help. A bit.

I am working on a knitted baby blanket for a friend of the family who just had a little girl, so other projects (like dishes, laundry, general housekeeping) tend to go by the wayside until things like that are done. To procrastinate further, I have also begun a drawing supplies holder for my daughter. I am making it in cotton thread using Tunisian crochet (afghan stitch).

I guess that is about "it" for now....hopeful more later...

Walking and Writing and Weights

In Stephen King's On Writing, he wrote that when he is writing, he writes every day. He writes at least 2,000 words per day and he walks four miles per day. For him, the walking helps to clear his head. He suggests other writers do the same, but for those not in the habit, to start of smaller--like maybe 1,000 words per day. This is my plan. I started on May 1st. I got the walking in. He allows for one day off per week--but only one. I took Sunday off from walking and writing. Apparently, I have also taken Saturday and Monday off as well. At least I did do some writing. I wrote in at least one of my blogs every day. Not nearly 1,000 words, though. I keep staring at the blank page on the screen. I have so many different ideas, I wish I could type them simultaneously. I realize I could type them all out on the same page, but I am having a hard time deciding which one to write first. Hopefully, today I will suck it up and just do it! I will keep you posted on my progress!

Trying to Tune Out The World

Franz Kafka wrote: “Silence, I believe, avoids me, as water on the beach avoids stranded fish.”

He also wrote:

Writing that springs from the surface of existence—when there is no other way and the deeper wells have dried up—is nothing, and collapses the moment a truer emotion makes that surface 
shake. 
That is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why there can never be enough silence around one when one writes, why even night is not night enough.
- Franz Kafka - Letters to Felice

I’m feelin’ ya Franz. When am I going to be able to be in a silent house for any length of time? I can’t go to a coffee shop—the music is too distracting. I want to write, but I need silence and that fucking TV won’t shut up!! 

Okay, I just got them to turn it down. Someone is supposed to be coming along to shut the door all the way….any time now…..really…..any….thank you. I’ve tried earplugs, but they hurt. Geez! his voice just carries! He simplymust vocalize. And now he has stopped due to the protests of his younger sister. Oh wait, I can hear him again…normally this would be fine, but I am really trying to focus and pretty much any sound that isn’t ambient throws me off kilter.

This is Warhol’s Kafka. I couldn’t decide between this and the following:

I felt I could relate to the mood of this one.

I Hate Nature

There are some loud birds in my back yard. They are so loud I am thinking about calling the police. It is difficult to concentrate. I would like to let my cat, Max out there, but he is declawed...  Am I evil?