Skip to main content

Mid Way

I would like someone to tell me exactly where the summer has gone?

It's mid July and for some reason, I'm already panicking about snow.

I've had a great summer so far. Filled with so many people and activities, that I'm finding it hard to even get to this blog.

CBC has become a new best friend. It travels with me to and from work.

I found myself smiling the other day as, in total suburbia fashion, I opened the door to my townhouse to get my paper and lo and behold, my Friendly North Neighbour, had popped out to get her paper at the exact same time.

"Good Morning"
"Oh Good morning"
"Gorgeous day"
"Absolutely"
"A day for a bbq"
"For sure, see you on our rooftops later"

And in I went, to finish my breakfast, reading the paper, drinking my tea.

So different from the days of rising 20 minutes before I had to leave, just enough time to shower and then grab food on the way.

Life is turning into quite the settled urban scene I had been hoping for. I feel as though we've been able to slip right back into this world that feels comfortably familiar and yet new all at the same time.

I have many pictures and stories I want to share. And I have been writing, just not here.

I guess you could look at it as a summer hiatus.

Or me just being a lazy bastard.

You choose.

Comments

Erin said…
Lazy bastard ;-)

Popular posts from this blog

Focus

My regular journaling has significantly improved my mood.

I've been taking some time, twice a week, to polish existing content as well as develop my floating ideas into a more concrete outline.

I've felt this focus for the last 6 weeks that I can't really describe properly. It's as though I've shifted my thinking totally. Writing is my craft. It's what I do, who I am, how I exist. It's like my mojo.

So, I guess, I've gotten my mojo back. My focus, my purpose, my essence.

And it feels good. It feels right. And I am almost understanding more now why the best writing of the best writers happens when they are older, more polished, more experienced, more rough around the edges.

When all the youthful spark has been extinguished and what's left, is the determined embers, that will not go softly, that will not die out. That will continue, fervently glowing, creating warmth and not just drawing attention from its flicker, but pulling people in by it's so…

Room with a view

We've been in our new home for 10 weeks nos and it's feeling more like home than ever.Every day, I sit down at my desk to the most inspiring view.A collection of stories is building. This space makes it easy to gather my thoughts.I've been consumed with a few work projects and am looking forward to collecting my thoughts soon.Writers club is still going ... I was on a bit of a hiatus but hope to get into my routine for fall. For now, boat gazing is helping.

One thing

It's that time of year again. That time when we all decide to become a little more of our better selves.

It's a good time of year to commit to something, even if just to say you're going to try to make it happen. And, even if things don't change and perhaps you even fail at whatever you were resolving, it's actually just the action of pledging change that really brings the most benefit.

And so, this year, as I'm sure most writers are pledging, I pledge to WRITE. MORE.

Not necessarily blog more. But write more. Keep the act of it going. Commit to treating it as my craft instead of my hobby. Promising to keep it a hobby at heart but a skill in practice.

I've started a daily journal again - one page per day -- of anything, really mostly a rundown of what I did that day. Or heck, even a bit of stream of consciousness of what's banging around in the old head that day.



I also bought another daily Q&A book that, if I'm successful, will carry me across…