I survived the second move but finding it difficult to get my “groove” back.
Day Nine did not give up any poetry, only free writing. Suffered a drought on Days Ten, Eleven, and Twelve as I moved, unpacked, worked to adapt to my new living arrangement & role, and tried to gain some familiarity with Denver. Release Day for the last three chapbooks in the Moments of Self series – The Mirth of Equinox, The Solitude of Harvest, and The Embrace of Solstice – passed without much acknowledgment because I was too distracted. They are presently available on Kindle for 99 cents each or for free with Amazon Prime Membership.
So far, living with my sister and brother-in-law is a little odd but mellow. They leave for work before I get up and I only see them for a few hours once they get home from work. Keeping their house picked up is pretty easy since it was clean to begin with plus most areas they never use as they are rarely home. My main task everyday is cooking, which is fine with me, and the meals on this week’s menu are fairly simple, leaving me time to write, read, and continue unpacking. I do a lot of baking too. My very pregnant sister loves sweets and is delighted that desserts keep being on the menu. The desserts have also been a big help in using up the 5 pounds of apples she bought a few weeks ago and never ate.
I am almost done getting my wayward cave setup. During the move, I acquired a new bed frame and desk. The bed frame I needed and the desk was something multipurpose I desired. These new items sort of cement the concept of the clean slate, a new beginning.
Day Thirteen had me scoping out the local (and horribly pathetic) coffee shop scene within a few miles of the house. There are two Starbucks (crazy busy and hardly any seating at either location) and an Einstein Bros. Bagels (ample seating even if it is a little on the busy side and closes at absurd times). I spent a few hours that morning at the Einstein Bros. Bagels and got two poems written along with a bit of free writing. However, word count was very minimal. I, now, need to write around 2,500 words a day in order to get 50,000 by the end of the month. Pretty sure that such isn’t going to happen.
Found out that a SCA friend and fellow WriMo lives on the other side of the neighborhood. I knew she lived in the general area but couldn’t remember where exactly. I thought she was a bit further away in Aurora. We may try to get together to write-in soon. Most of the Denver Region write-ins, while inconvenient from where we live, are near her work so she attends when ever possible. She is reasonably excited about the potential of having write-ins near home too.
Day Fourteen had me back at Einstein Bros. Bagels and their internet connection kept dropping. Oh well, should be writing and not checking Facebook/Blog/NaNoWriMo.org obsessively. Not feeling the creative vibe in wayward cave yet. I am hoping it will show up as soon as I get everything put away. The bulk of the day’s words were free writing but a few poems snuck in too. This, very surprisingly, brought me to 2,500 words for the day. Given recent writing tendencies, clearly, I will not be finishing the first draft of Reaper’s Moon this month.
While my sister wants the baby to come NOW, I am hoping he holds off just a little longer so I can settle in some more and get a lot of writing done. I also have a manuscript to edit. I received it just before the move and haven’t gotten a chance to work on it. I have less than two weeks to get it done.
While unpacking things, I downsized more of my belongings. I could not fathom why I kept certain clothing items when I had never worn them and/or they were always ill-fitting. This weekend, the local SCA branch is having an event and the event “fee” is a donation to a local charity that collects food and clothing so they’ll be getting three large bags of clothing. This downsizing process makes me feel very accomplished. My sister, however, gave the impression that she did not think it was much of an accomplishment.
At this point, writing a single poem feels like a big accomplishment too.
I do miss my fur babies and wish they could be with me. I pray that we can be reunited in a place of our own in 6 to 8 months if I can find and obtain an apartment I can afford. Apartments are in very short supply post-flood and apartments in my price range are like unicorns. I do have a lot of concerns over what will happen if I cannot find a place in a timely fashion and/or something goes wrong with/for my sister or my brother-in-law. I do not wish to live with my mom or my dad again nor do I want to be homeless. I am trying not to dwell on the negative but it is a very real concern given my present situation and very limited income. Hoping for the best but considering my options if the worst comes to bite me in the rear.
I suppose it is time to cap off today’s writing stint in an attempt to get the rest of the wayward cave unpacked. Maybe tomorrow, it will be a good place to work in.