Lovely Day

What a lovely day.  It's now 11:11 pm and today was my birthday.  I usually really hate celebrating it but today I decided to treat myself.  First, I took the day off from work, very important part to this tale.  Just needed a couple of days to decompress...it's my first vacation time since the year started.  In the morning I had a bit of spa day with a facial.  The scent of pineapple and papaya enzyme wash was yummy. As was the quiet and the ambient music that played softly in the room. Afterwards I went back home and treated myself to a lox and cream cheese bagel with capers...it was decadent and I enjoyed every bite then again by 1 in the afternoon it was the first meal of my day.  The sun was out and there was this warm wind that caressed my skin while walking through Bryant Park.  I've been reading a couple of novels one sci-fi, one fiction piece with no nutritional value.  I spent time enjoying reading for pleasure.  I took a little siesta around 3:30 pm and woke up to my mother cooking one my favorite things...lengua in a spicy sauce.  Yummy.  She can't stand neither the sight nor the taste of it but she made a batch just for me. I'm going to miss her when she moves to Texas.  * sigh * Anyway delicious tacos for dinner.  And then off to look at an apartment.  I loved the fact that it was an L-shaped studio but hated everything else.  Ergh.  So I passed on that apartment.  Off to find something else.  The disappointment in not liking the apartment spurred me on to go see my co-worker and his band play at the Cake Shop on Ludlow.  Now that was fun, live music, hanging out drinking hard cider, chatting with musicians and artists afterwards...you just can't go wrong with a big dose of creative energy.  One of their songs to check out:


I enjoyed myself immensely and scooted out of there before I turned into a pumpkin.  No, really, there is always a point in the evening where i get over-familiar and I start to say too much, the liquid courage kicks in....I felt myself start to hit that point by the time they were ready to grab some food.  It was time for me to go home, my limbs were loose and the walk to my house and the warm windy night was the perfect way to end it.  I just needed some quiet to regain my composure and revel in the present moment.  As I write this entry, I am listening to Tori Amos and it's perfect for the gentle mood I'm in.  Tomorrow, my family is treating me to dinner in the city.  I feel blessed from all the affection from both family and friends.  I am letting it in, for a change.  :-)

What else do I have in mind for the rest of the week?  I think I'm going to play it by ear.  I really want the chance to allow myself some down time. I do know there are a few things that I need to take care of (apartment hunting for one) but I'm not worried about it.  I trust that the right apartment will come my way when it's time. In the meantime, I want to allow myself time to write...whoosh.... I just felt the shiver from the excitement at the prospect of writing.  Did you feel it?

That's really all I have for tonight. It's time to turn in and dream up a writer's life.

Peace,

Lily~

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Sunday Solstice

I am very grateful for a sweet co-worker who sent me the following Neil Gaiman link. I've been struggling with my writing and my place in the world because of it.  Gaiman's words were soul-nourishing.  I don't say this lightly, I felt myself tearing up as I read his words. The fact that this co-worker sent me Gaiman related writing and it hit so close to home...well let's just say it leaves me a bit lost for words. I want to write more but it won't capture the depth of gratitude I feel at the moment.  Anyway, Friday I felt really lucky to be alive.

Anyway, today I spent the day taking care of laundry and packing whatever I can. I don't have too much left to pack.  Mostly clothes, toiletries, odds and ends. I could probably pack up the rest in a couple of hours.  Now all I have to do is land an apartment. I am grateful for the apartment coming my way.  It's been awhile since I've had a place all to myself...it's gonna be good no matter where I end up!!  * big cheesy smile *

Is there more?  Probably but I've written the most important parts down for now.
Peace,
L~


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Midnight Entry

It's a quarter to midnight and I can't sleep. I am feeling antsy. Actually, I've been antsy for weeks and I didn't know why.  It finally hit me...at the beginning of the year I had given myself a deadline to fully revise my novel by my birthday.  Next week is my birthday and I am NO WHERE with this freakin' novel. I am ready to throw in the towel burn it and call it quits on this project despite the fact that scenes still play in the back of my brain.  My manuscript and it's many many revisions are sitting on a shelf over my desk collecting dust.  Even now I  can see it in my peripheral vision while I write this entry. The reality is I don't know what to do with it.  I don't know how to enter the piece any more, how I would go about making changes, or what's it all for really.  I've lost my initial impulse, that loving feeling, that je ne se quoi.  It feels like damaged goods and I'm not really sure I can salvage the damn thing. Makes me sit at my computer and sigh...loudly.  The defeatist attitude is doing more harm than good.
Of course, it doesn't help that I spent the last two days reading about the success of a young writer recently.  I am NOT comparing myself to her...I'm really not...I can tell you don't believe me but I'm not (I say this in a very high-pitched whiny voice, even in my head)  Setting aside this young woman's success...I acknowledge that I'm published and I've produced work on different platforms. Those before projects are still real.  The fact that my new projects are "meh" at best and not very innovative makes me doubt myself and my abilities.  I know this is usually the time when it happens, right now, around my birthday.  I do this self-assessment of what am I working on, what am I excited about with my creative projects and really the only thing that I've worked on is my little Clara Betta (short story) that basically got rejected from ONE publication and I want to quit, throw in the towel, call in for a substitute, stick my head in the sand and wait for the dismay to subside.
I am VERY aware of the clock ticking to try to get as much work done before I die.  Seriously, I could walk off the sidewalk and die of an aneurysm in the middle of the street tomorrow.  Yes, I know this is morbid...I'm Mexican, bear with me here...the point is I don't know when my last day will be but I want the writing to get better, the writing to find an audience, my work to be out in the world. * deep breath* You get my point. So the past week, I've been writing poetry.  I always go back to my first love.  I know I'm rusty, it's been some time since I've written passages but again bear with me as I work through this creative phase.

Best,

Lily


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