I'm B-A-A-A-C-K!!!!
Well, put it this way. When I die I want to be cremated. And they can spread my ashes in the backyard, because this is the last time I am moving.
Yes, I relocated. I have a creek in my backyard, and trees, and a serene and lovely office (will try to post some pictures when I can find my damn digital camera). I had to change phones, internet provider, and all the rest of it . . . oh, and move ten tons of crap (or so it seemed). But here I am. With a deadline. Two weeks of hell coming up.
But . . . as usual, I am looking for the lesson . . . and the lesson is this. Purge. We accumulate so much STUFF . . . and it's very freeing (if hellish) to go through it all and decide what's really important to you, and get rid of the rest. To charity, to the dump, to someone who would like it more that you.
As for my writing . . . I have also discovered that writing ISN'T the haven I thought it was. I always thought I escaped into my writing. And I do. But I also discovered that unless I want to babble like an idiot, I need a "space"--mental and physical--in order to write. I have been through the emotional wringer this last month with more chaos than I ever want to go through again. And I really couldn't go to that place where I create. I needed a mental peaceful space . . . which I have found once again. So I am anxious to begin.
Hope all my blog readers have been well. Stop by and say hi!
Yes, I relocated. I have a creek in my backyard, and trees, and a serene and lovely office (will try to post some pictures when I can find my damn digital camera). I had to change phones, internet provider, and all the rest of it . . . oh, and move ten tons of crap (or so it seemed). But here I am. With a deadline. Two weeks of hell coming up.
But . . . as usual, I am looking for the lesson . . . and the lesson is this. Purge. We accumulate so much STUFF . . . and it's very freeing (if hellish) to go through it all and decide what's really important to you, and get rid of the rest. To charity, to the dump, to someone who would like it more that you.
As for my writing . . . I have also discovered that writing ISN'T the haven I thought it was. I always thought I escaped into my writing. And I do. But I also discovered that unless I want to babble like an idiot, I need a "space"--mental and physical--in order to write. I have been through the emotional wringer this last month with more chaos than I ever want to go through again. And I really couldn't go to that place where I create. I needed a mental peaceful space . . . which I have found once again. So I am anxious to begin.
Hope all my blog readers have been well. Stop by and say hi!
posted by Erica Orloff at 9:55 AM
16 Comments:
Welcome back. I missed your wonderful posts. I started a new YA series already heading into chapter 7 in nine days I might add.
I hope everything smooths out and unpacked soon.
Hi la:
Seven chapters in nine days! Sounds like you found your muse.
:-)
E
Have missed you. Glad you got the PODS unloaded, and perhaps unloaded some of what was in the PODS, and was weighing you down.
Metaphorically speaking, and otherwise.
Flash me a message with your new mail - would love to hear from you, once you're out of deadline hell, of course.
Miss T.
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I couldn't agree with you more about the hell of moving... and about never wanting to do it again.
I missed your voice while you were away, but I'm gald to hear you are back, if only to say you are going to be busy with your deadlines :)
The moving "purge" is rather cathartic in some ways. I actually look forward to that part of the process... but lifting and moving the boxes and furniture is for the birds. It takes me days dto recover from that. I do not envy you that part at all.
Hi Ewoh:
I missed my blog and all of you, too. It is a community in a solitary pursuit.
I keep reminding myself that the move is finite. That only the universe is infinite anf thus there will ONE DAY be a LAST box and a LAST wall to paint. But I confess, looking at my garage stacked floor to ceiling with boxes . . . it "feels" sickeningly infinite. Not to mention exhausting.
But I'll get there. The good news is I feel like writing. :-)
E
Hey Erica! I was just thinking about you this morning when the Little Dude went down for his first nap. Good luck with that deadline. I've been writing like crazy and for the first time in a looong, looong time, feel like the old me is back. I just hope she sticks around for awhile!
Love,
Mary
Hi Mary:
Nice to see you in cyberspace. Hope Little Dude is doing well.
I'm getting back my creative energy . . .
Welcome back, Erica!
See? I told you a while back how cleansing it is to throw stuff away sometimes. I'll make a minimalist out of you yet. :)
Jude:
I got rid of a lot, but as I look around, I remain amazed at what's left. None of it is worth much materially. Just a lot of sentimental stuff. Like the cool clock I bought 18 years ago, which launched my ex-husband into a tirade and showed me that . . . well, he would soon be my ex. ;-) I love it. A cool Burpee seed clock from the 1960s I bought in a funky antique shop. Not worth anything, but it was a sign of my future independence.
R
Welcome back, Erica! Now, see, trying living a military lifestyle--it's almost impossible to become overloaded with crap when you move every year or so. (Almost...heh)
So glad you're back and that all is well. :-*
Heather:
Military? I had no idea. You have my greatest empathy! Though I would "think" maybe you get into a mode where you become very minimalist (with a nod to Jude, who has a military haircut, but is NOT in the military, but IS minimalist). I think I see all these rooms brimming with possibility . . . add four kids into the mix who are always making me things--ceramic turtles and birdhouses and pictures . . . and it accumulates real fast.
E
Erica, I miss your posts! So glad you're settled in!
Yep, husband, 6 1/2 years in the Air Force. A lot of moves, but a lot of fun.
And minimal pack-rat-edness. :)
Heather:
I would have pictured you with . . . the lead singer of a goth-like band. :-)
E
Funny, me too. LOL! I so dig boys in eyeliner. *swoon*
But hubby was the lead singer of a band years ago...but not goth. In fact, he's kind of obnoxious in a sunny-personality sort of way. We're different.
Very different. :)
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