When time & creativity are both at low ebb —
Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2005. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that’s your “Year In Review.”
January: Bridgette has begun the Master Gardener’s class at the OSU extension center.
February: Sunday I wrote 650 words on my short story, knew what came next, but chose, instead, to work on various necessary things around the house.
March: The waters are still stormy-bearded and froward, but my head is well above them, now.
April: I came to Corvallis to go to court with Othello.
May: The aftermath of Pop-pops being very quiet, burning up, and spreading over the Pacific bore a benefit; I was elected to call my godfather, Doug, and tell him the news.
June: Peak is doing something odd, and I can’t get my email from that account
July: Words to date: 8228
August: The morning’s words were more than they seem; there was much rewriting, and the new coherency to the work should ease adding words tomorrow.
September: Words to agent: 14,133
October: Meme picked up from mizkit: Post the first few sentences of various things I intend to finish someday.
November: There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.
December: I am pleased to note that I am becoming less properly constituted, more unhealthy and indecent, and am profiting in the expected fashion thereby.
2005: I am pleased to see writing crop up as much as it did. I am unsurprised to see the amount of self-mulling. And, I am in moderate awe at how much has happened this year. Custody, deaths, weddings, agents, classes, promotions…progress.
I feel that there has been a change begun from why to do something (and why I don’t) to how to do something, in spite of the why. Good. I’ve a notebook in my backpack calling out to me to go work on that change some more.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry