Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I'm sitting here, wondering where the evening went as I type in my gray Dickensian compression gloves (thanks, Shauna!), wishing I could take tomorrow off and sort through some mental fuzziness. I'm officially a married woman. Married life has definitely not been what I expected so far--no dust-ups or regrets, but I've had a nasty fall and been sick and still have to keep reminding myself that I don't have to go home, this IS my home. One luxury that neither I nor my honeydo have at this point is time. There are things that need to get done, money to be made, bills to pay. Adult life, in a nutshell.

Now that the wedding plans and execution (ouch!) are over, it's also time to get back on the writing bandwagon. As I slowly blend my belongings and habits into my new husband's household, I also need to re-incorporate my writing habits into my new lifestyle. Too much time spent away from the notebooks, though I've managed to collect a few interesting tools along the way. Time to recapture the kitten of creativity, nestle it around my neck, and keep it entertained long enough to capture its purrs on paper.

Mrf. I need a cat.


Charles Gramlich said...

Major congratulations. I'm so happy for you. Married life has been pretty good to me, this time around. I love your ending here. Good extended metaphor. I hope you capture the kitten soon.

Shauna Roberts said...

Hooray! You're writing again!