The break has officially begun...

My house looks like a bomb went off.
Toys
Clothes
Toys
Blankets
Toys
And crap of the general kind
I'm trying to find the energy and motivation to take care of it but, damn it's not there! I was very excited to get to have 6 working days off, but now I am going crazy and it is only 1:30 PM on the FIRST DAY! Ahhhh! Maybe if my house was clean, I would feel differently, but the consensus is...UGH.

Warm and Fuzzies

Today was a good day. Josie has been a bit cranky, Scott has some weird stomach issue, and I feel like I ran a 3 day marathon, but we survived and now, here I sit, with egg nog and rum, the lights low, the tree lit and everyone but me asleep. A good time to write? Maybe so, but I feel like purging the words that are swimming around in this nog on top of my shoulders.
There was this feeling of peace today, and that is rare for a holiday that we have to run around to so many places for. The air was great and tension free, the sun was shining, the dogs got to run. I'd say pretty successful.
There are so many sweets sitting in my kitchen, I can already feel my body expanding...ha. Tis the season, I suppose.
Tomorrow, we relax and play with our shiny new toys. Can't wait.

Oh my lordy, another one.

I wish I were one of those people who memorized passages from their favortie piece of literature.
I wish I could say some witty joke that related in some funny academic way.
I wish I had more courage to leave Jos alone to work on writing.
I wish I had more time in the day.
I wish that I could just finish my rewrite and send it in instead of being so scared to try.
I wish I didn't feel like I was in limbo all of the time.
I wish that I fit in somewhere, with the writers, with the film people, with the literature people...but I don't.
I am in between, my own brand of quirky and strange.
I am quite possibly a jane of all trades, master of none.

Old Fashioned Blogging

I have been wandering around my house at odd hours of the day (usually evening, after 2 cups of coffee and a LOT of diet soda later) when I can't sleep and my brain is reeling. Reeling in a good way, not my usual tired and stressed way, and I have to purge my thoughts somehow. I have been wandering around with a paper notebook that I used for one of my classes this semester. I have pens stashed all over the place so that whilst wandering, I can jot down whatever it is I am processing at the moment. I am telling you this because I have had such an ugly block for so long and for some reason, I was able to uncork it and her it all comes. And not a moment too soon either. I make little poems about my opinions, I write poems about my family, drama I am dealing with, work, life, everything. If you are a writer, you know that to lose, or think you have lost, that ability to articulate your thoughts into coherent, and sometimes non-coherent, sentences is like death. It is like being stuck in a box underground, and angry because you put yourself there. To be able to dig yourself out of the self-imposed dungeon and to smell that fresh air is what alcoholics call CLARITY.

Cheers.