The winter time is more difficult for me to stay positive and focused when it comes to my writing. I have realized that it is very easy to fall into the sweatpants and t-shirt syndrome. Years ago, I saved Fridays for my "T-shirt" days, and dressed casual for the other days. By casual I used to wear nice summer or winter skirts with sweaters or jeans and a nice top. I guess after this last move, I landed in the t-shirt zone on a daily basis.
Today I dressed in an Indian top that flows past the knees. It came from India and is decorated with sequins. Immediately, this kids who are home for another snow day, sent me their "ews" and "ahs" as I walked into the kitchen. I realized that after writing, I did find my "muse" and that is to dress for "work" and to accessorize with my the style I prefer.
Today, however, I did not work at the built in desk in the kitchen. I moved a table to my bedroom, and faced it towards the glass doors, so that I could view the outdoors. I burned a candle, sipped ginger ale, and got a lot of work done. In fact, some of the kids are now interested in what I did write for the day. Could it be that I did not "hog" the family computer and they had more freedom? I have not idea, but for some reason they are respecting my "work" time a little bit more today.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Blizzard of 2010 ~ Snow Day!
This photo does not even compare to those who got more snow than us.
The snow bank on the right of the photo is over 6 feet tall. Just after we dug the mailbox out, the snow plow came back through. Grrr! The predicted amount of snow here today is 10 inches by tomorrow morning. We shovel by hand and we need to keep at least one portion of the large drive clear. Snow or not, my husband still has to go to work. He will need to be able to get back in the drive after work.
After a nice warm cup of hot chocolate, and a nice long hot shower, I have articles to write and articles to edit and articles to submit. Although I wanted a snow day pretty bad, it is very difficult to work when all of the kids are home.
While we were outside working, I glanced up at the snow mound from the snow that arrived the day before. My 8 year old daughter was trying to ride her big wheel down the snow bank! Ha, ha ha! Of course I had to be the bad guy and put a stop to it. I have had enough visits to the emergency room to last a lifetime.
We've already split wood, shoveled, put out a small fire on the stove top, cleaned up a broken plate that one dropped a mug on, and just had lunch so we can start on the house work.
"Yep!" I replied with enthusiasm.
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