On biting off more than you can chew

Somehow I've got it in my head that I'm going to enter something into this. The deadline is November 1. Today is October 24. I have about half the required length of a poetry entry written, but it's a fragmented mess at the moment. Plus, maybe I'll write a memoir...or maybe a short story. I can finish three 2000 word pieces in a matter of days, right? It's not like I've neglected my writing muscle to the point where it's basically useless, right? Right. So, to ward off the panic I brought on myself, I go repeatedly to a mirror as a distraction, fuss with my hair, braid and un-braid it. Take up my old writing habit of walking on furniture to shake the thoughts loose - somehow it helps to see things from a different angle, standing on the back of the couch. But mostly, I wait. For the words to come, those that won't make me wince, and for that sweet, heady writing haze that very occasionally descends, the one where I don't think to distract myself because I'm not thinking at all.

Something else to be happy about

Woxy.com is back on the air, after going down for a short, but bleak, time (for me, at least). So it's very exciting to be back in the indie swing of things again. Everyone listen so it won't go off the air again!

Three things

Shannon sent me a link to a blog where the person posts three things that made them happy that day. I'm happy to copy that idea:

1) Receiving my new high-speed modem, even though it involved chasing the Purolator man down the sidewalk, AND getting the high-speed modem to work. Screw you, dial-up!

2) Buying a hanging plant for my place and realizing that it might actually stay alive here.

3) Unpacking shoes, towels and bedding. Not very much, but every box I empty is a victory.

4) Hearing that Pax seems to be having a grand time in Berlin with his friends. (This one made me happy/jealous, so it doesn't really count in the Three Things. Even though I'm 80% happy and only 20% jealous. So far, anyway.)

Swimmin' in the sunshine...

...in my new fishbowl overlooking Bathurst Street! Who knew sun and sky and treetops could quench a soul, one I didn't even realize was so thirsty. My desk unfortunately doesn't face the window, but it's such a pleasant surprise to turn around and be greeted with greenery. I've been watching the leaves turn this week and the rain, and I'm looking forward to the first snowfall and listening to Bathurst go quiet under a cloak of whiteness. Pax predicted I would say this and here I am saying it: I should have done this years ago.