18 February 2018
It’s nice to have a space to write. My days are pre-occupied with working, packing, and moving. My nights are littered with conducting research. Writer-in-residence. This temporary space gives me everything I need: a place to sit and type, music is playing, a place to socialize, a place to stay hydrated, but more importantly, it’s a safe space.
My life isn’t in the limbo phase that I was once found myself in over the fall and early winter. Things clicked. Things fell into place. Even if it’s all still temporary. I do have a long way to go, and I’ll get…somewhere. It’s just nice having something ready, and I am excited about the next transition in my life. A new home. Another new wave in life. I’m having fun and living life. I would like to say I’m “living the dream,” but it’s so cliché. Instead I will say I am being the person I’ve always been. People here don’t know what Karen used to be like. My ex didn’t know me while we were married, he certainly didn’t know who I was before we met. That’s all behind me and is something I now tell people I really don’t want to talk about it. You can read about the bullshit that went down in this blog, get a glimpse of it in my thesis-turned-novel, or read about it in The Downfall. The whole world is waiting for this book to come out. It’s coming, dear readers. I promise. I work at it when I have my mandatory writing nights that I schedule 2-3 times a week; it’s all I can manage at this time. Once the move is done, I’ll continue conducting research, but only 2-3 nights a week, not 6-7, and will get back to writing full time.
The poetry book, Broken Systems, is also under way. I spend a little bit of time on that and The Downfall on writing nights. It’s a matter of organizing at this point.
With facing another fork in the road, I am noticing items are falling apart. The vacuum cleaner stopped working. Even after troubleshooting, it decided it was done. Just as well. I didn’t like it very much. I bought a new one today, along with new jeans because I’m down another size. I needed a few small pieces of furniture but didn’t have any luck finding what I was hoping to get. I did find a few pieces that will work, and they’re small enough I can pack them for the next move. Duke is stressing. He peed all over the floor when I got home last night and again this morning. I can’t get mad at him. He notices my anxiety. He stayed very close during my numerous meltdowns on Saturday. In addition, smells I associate with no longer linger. They have moved to my place. These past two weeks have been extremely rough, with Saturday being the absolute worse; I was barely breathing. I plan to keep all of that out of this blog. It doesn’t belong here.
I’ve also been stationary for more than a month. It’s time to move and travel again. I am giving a soft skills presentation to petroleum engineering students, then spending the weekend helping a cousin celebrate his birthday. Next is a girl’s weekend trip back to wine country. I honestly don’t need any more wine. At this point I need to buy a full wall wine fridge to cellar my newest wines. But I know I’ll bring more home. I plan to return to entertaining at my house, and I have a great space (and bar) for it.
The weekend is winding down which means I’m winding up for another crazy week. But travel also means writing time…once I get my presentation built.
The next transition is almost here. I just need to survive February. If I remember to stay focused, and make sure I stick to my writing schedule, I’ll welcome March 1 with open arms. And pray the weather gets warmer. It was really cold this year, and I didn’t care for it. It bothered me a lot more than it usually does.
Speaking of winding down, it’s time to switch gears and get back to The Downfall. Have a great night!
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