Posts Tagged ‘forgotten’

(personal/to-do/writing) Lazy Sundays are cold.

Lazy Sundays haven’t been cold lately, but they are today.  Luckily, I have a wood stove and lots of wood, along with two cats who are willing to keep me warm with snuggles.  Sadly, I have to go home later today.  Which means going out in the cold!

There’s a to-do list, of course.  It wouldn’t be a Sunday without one!  But this one is less than my normal to-do list, and it’s got some important things on it: time for me.  Slow-down time.  It has been pointed out to me that somewhere along the way, I switched from a Type B personality to a Type A.  And I don’t like being a Type A.  So, I’m reclaiming my Type B – with a bit of a twist.  Lists and schedules help me be more laid back.  No, I don’t understand it either, but trust me, it does.  Maybe because when I have the schedule, I don’t worry about what I’m supposed to do?  Maybe.  I need to dig out my planner and start using it again.  Or really update my phone with Google Calendars.  Maybe that’s the way?  I dunno.

Anyways, here’s the to-do list:
– Dishwasher run
– Morning pages
– Pick up and pack laundry
– Cut out coupons
NONE! They sucked last weekend!
– Grocery list
– Grocery shopping
– Make cranberry-orange muffins
– Make baked pasta for the week (mmm)
– 500 words on Forgotten
– lavender-scented bath and chamomile tea before bed

Time to get moving!

BTW, I’ve done my morning pages every day this month so far! Even Friday, when I had to do it at 11:30 pm to make it!

(metrics/writing) Not dead. Just writing ghosts, that’s all.

I’ve been absent.  Sorry about that.  Life has been…well, it’s been life.  But I have been writing!  I even have metrics for today!

 

Starting Count: 0

Ending Count: 1421

New words: 1421

Starting line:

“Jesus Christ, Sapph, what the hell are you doing?”

 

Ending line:

A shudder walked across my skin at that thought.

 

Darling:

“Car’s fine,” David said, opening his door and shattering my concentration, sending whatever I’d been about to remember fleeing into the recesses of my brain. I scowled at him as he slid back into the car. “What?”

 

Things we’ve learned: Sapph and David are so not playing well together.  And Sapph travels in tailored pants and silk blouses.

 

More later!