I have it in my mind to start packing. I don’t leave the great state of Washington just yet, but it is soon enough to be needing to start packing. The next step is to go home and fight to change the routine that exists in that space by replacing it with one that my partner and I forge together. That will be difficult, because we will be living with four boys who have zero intention of doing anything but what they want to do, which is be teens–even though at least one of them is past that age. I say this to point out that creating a life is a cooperative experience fraught with obstacles. It requires, above all else, a clearly defined common goal.
One goal that my partner and I have is entirely about me. We both believe I need to live more of a writer’s life. I have of course struggled with this throughout my existence. I don’t spend nearly as much time on the page as I do on the sticks, which is problematic. Part of what I must do is pledge to spend more time writing and less time languishing in video games. I love games, but they need to be tangential to my existence if I am going to change anything about the way we live and our level of happiness as a family.
Part of that means re-establishing hours of writing time. Part of that means getting my mojo back in full and being able to tell the stories I want to tell. So, yeah. I have work to do.
Some Thoughts:
- A string of recent scrabble losses have convinced me that my vocabulary stopped growing. It might even be receding. oof.