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Tue, Oct. 23rd, 2012, 09:18 pm
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Look! Flowers!

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Testing out the new WordPress site. Nothing else to see. :)

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Mon, Apr. 2nd, 2012, 03:16 pm
First bike ride of spring

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Took the trail in for lunch with Mike. Hotter than I'd ask for on April 2, but still a lovely ride. The first of hopefully many this year.


Sun, Mar. 18th, 2012, 05:54 pm
Deep in the Heart of Texas

I love writers. They are such my people. I love that over the course of an evening discussions happen that move seamlessly from obscure horror movies to politics in Honduras to whether romance novels or Cosmo fulfill the same function for women as porn does for men.

It's been a long weekend of critiquing and fishbowling and I am exhausted. My head is stuffed with exciting thoughts, but I'm ready to go home.

One of the best part of formal workshops like CSSF and Taos are the families that develop. (Woo! Honey Badgers!) most of the folks here were from Taos, old family and familiar. The couple new faces had known many of my Taos classmates from Viable Paradise and the two groups melded like...I don't know. Some thing that melds. Tired brain no worky.

My point is: writers=awesome.

Thu, Sep. 22nd, 2011, 11:38 am
Treadmill

I have decided that making the treadmill purchase a top priority was one of the best choices I made upon moving in. It makes such a difference having a treadmill actually in the house.

Sure, in Arkansas, I had easy access to the treadmills. And it wasn't like the gym was ever busy enough I couldn't use them whenever and however I liked. But the gym there was still accross the complex. Walking distance, sure, but there's a barrier created when you have to leave the house. Especially when weather hit.

Now rain doesn't matter. Heat doesn't matter. I haven't lived through snow yet in the new place, but I'm going to go out on a limb and pronounce that it's not going to stop my ability to wander down my stairs and jump on the treadmill. I don't have to worry about what I'm wearing. Hell, I don't even have to put on shoes!

With the treadmill in the house, I've been much more consistant in its use. I can get on it any time, morning, noon, or night. I can be on it in the morning, and then again in the afternoon without having to make a second gym trip. I've not missed a day of my jogging program (which never happened when I was trying to do it outside.) It's enabling me to take big steps forward towards being a healthier person.

Yay!

Wed, Sep. 14th, 2011, 09:35 am
Hello, world

Hello, internets. It’s been a while.

This summer was insane. Busy, stressful, intense. Pick your adverb. Any will do. But this morning, I’m able to take a breath, sitting in the dining room of my new (how long will I think of it as new?) house. I look around and realize I feel settled. Maybe even relaxed. And that’s good.

I’ve developed a schedule for myself, an approximation of a workday. It starts at 8:30, and runs until 5/5:30 (about the time Seth usually gets home.) It includes 2-3 hours of writing (whatever’s needed to get to my 1500 words), an hour of housekeeping, forty-five minutes each of violin and piano, a workout, a leisurely lunch, and a couple breaks. If I can stick to this, I will be an incredibly productive person. On top of that, I won’t have to worry about cleaning the house over the weekend, when I’d rather be doing other things. (The 2-3 hours of writing per day extends over the weekend, as well as a Saturday workout, but that’s it.) I have specific hours designated for everything, but it’s easy to shuffle and trade on days when I need to be flexible. Today, for example, when I knew the Orkin man would be here first thing, it was easier to be doing my cleaning hour during that time than the usual writing hour.

It’s raining this morning, but not in a blowing around kind of way. I have the windows open, enjoying the cool air. I feel very much at home.


Mon, Aug. 29th, 2011, 08:48 am
Swimming


Swimming, originally uploaded by zhidarkivel.

An overnight in Lebanon with the Randerclan. Lunch today at Mazzios, then we all head back up to Columbia.

Alex demonstrated some of his swimming strokes. He's been competing on his school's swim team. Lucy kept to the shallow end, where she demonstrated that when she stands on the bottom, only the top of her head is out of the water.

Sun, Aug. 28th, 2011, 03:30 pm
Fire


Fire, originally uploaded by zhidarkivel.

Out on the farm for the annual cook-out. Nice weather in Lebanon today. Not sweltering. So the fire is awesome.

Sun, Jul. 10th, 2011, 02:31 pm

My life feels very transitory right now. After lunch, Seth hit the road to go back to Arkansas, where he's still living for a few more months, along with over half of our furniture, most of my books, and other various and sundry pieces of my life. I'm settled in Columbia, but the house is still mostly empty -- we talk about the fact I'm basically camping in a piece of the house no larger than the Fayetteville apartment. 

Some of these things won't change. We won't be buying living room or dining room furniture probably until next year when we can afford the things we want. Which means the living room will remain this empty, echoing space (which is awesome for playing the violin!). But once Seth is up here, I'll feel like we're moving forward again. Everything we do from there will be a step forward toward a finished house and a finished lifestyle.

Over at Dave's now, finishing up Mike's character for the BA game.

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Yay for geekery! It's been a while since I've gotten to play a game rather than GMing it. I'm excited. It does mean wrapping my head around the Hero system again, rather than the much easier-to-grasp D&D 4e or roll-and-keep.

This is home, my brain tells me. Only a few more weeks till I really feel it.

Fri, Jul. 8th, 2011, 08:59 am
No Place Like Home

 I haven't been in the new house long enough to drive here on auto-pilot, especially after two weeks away. I had to remind myself to turn early and not trundle on to my parents' place. But I have to say, it was nice to get home. 

The workshop was awesome and intense. We had a great group (don't we always?). Lots of late nights, which is standard. Fewer early mornings this year, thanks to a different schedule, and I was quite content with that.

Every year I'm amazed at the difference between the stories that come in and the stories that go out. Students submit what is, in many cases, a jumbled mess, and in a mere two weeks are able to synthesize the advice from Kij and I and from each other and universally give us back something leaner, stronger, better. I love that process. I love watching it happen. I love helping it happen.

I had to cut my trip short this week. Two weeks instead of three. But Seth could only spend so much time in Columbia as he's working to finish his dissertation. I'll miss the conference for the first time in many years, but I hope to hop back over to Lawrence for a day or two next week to say hi to the repeat offenders.

I did get a bit of my own work done. Did some Fishbowling on St. Pete, and the first thing I did once I got home last night was stick the paper/post-its for that up on my office wall. I also picked up a new marker board of the type I'd been looking for all over Columbia and finally found in Lawrence. So I'm ready to work.

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But first, I must unpack.

Thu, May. 26th, 2011, 06:57 pm
Sophie meets the neighbors


Sophie meets the neighbors, originally uploaded by zhidarkivel.

Sophie was surprisingly unperturbed by the two neighborhood cats hanging out on the front porch today. She was interested, but not agitated. Nice to know other cats don't freak her out.

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