Sitting in the office today working on organizing and getting things back in order. Telephone calls have been made with appointments following. My hands are NOT swollen today, so there is actually work being done in the ink mines. The sun is shining outside. I was able to take two dogs for a walk, and the third, the huge pup, had to be walked by Cheyenne. Food was eaten. E-mails read. Plans made for upcoming days. Today, in short, has been normal.
Even though it is “normal” it feels spectacular because there hasn’t been any normalcy in my life for a while because of the arthritis flare and all the pain. In looking around the office and actually checking out my calendar, agenda, and, it feels like, tons of miscellaneous sheets and slips of paper with notes to update and check on things when I was finally feeling better in my handwriting and a couple in the Husband’s makes me feel as if I have physically been gone for weeks.
Getting things organized, at least on the computer screen, is important for deciding what needs to be done next. Doctors’ appointments are at the top of the list to get scheduled, of course. After this comes word counts, research, research notes, and planned trips to the different libraries in town for research, and reading that must be done to get things back on track in so many areas of creativity.
I have been busy in the office doing this since 12:30 PM today. Much has been accomplished and there is much left to do, but everything doesn’t have to be done today. Taking care of myself is still the most important part of my day, and, slowly, the rest of my world, especially the ink mines, will fall back into place as they need to.
In looking over the current writing project I feel very…sad. So much more should be done on it than what has been. I am setting myself a goal of having it completely finished by the end of June. Once it is finished it will rest for a while, get printed off, and then be submitted. The other writing project on the books, the fantasy, still needs a wee bit of thinking, plotting, and organizing before more words can be put down on it.
Why is it that work, real creative work always makes me feel better?
Hope your Monday is going as well as mine, y’all.