Day 269 – Filling the Well

I’m filling the well this week by not blogging. Blogging everyday brings me down. When I was working on shorter projects, blogging everyday was easier, but blogging while working on a long project that is intensely emotional sucks. So going forward, I will blogging less. Sorry. Not sorry. I have to cut back in order to make more headway on my project and to reflect on that project in a non-public way. And man do I need to knock out some fresh stuff asap. I’m turning in a chunk for critique on October 1st. I’m turning in a revision of my first pages as well as some new pages that I’m feeling confident about so far. My voice is changing and my memoir is reading a bit more like memoir than fiction, which is a good thing for pacing I think....

Day 235 – Filling the Well

I fell back on good old faithfuls, wine and patios (several), to recharge my batteries. My boyfriend and I went to a new place called Whisler’s on East 6th. The place is straight up Depression Era vintage and begging for some art house movie filming. Anyway, my objective with filling the well is to relax, but I’m not always successful. Today was one an unsuccessful attempt. I was nervous and couldn’t think of anything to say because my word count (words I’m keeping) has been so low the last couple days. I hoped to have more to report tomorrow, I’ll put in some more time tonight and tomorrow morning, but I doubt I’ll get many more keepers. Despite the low word count, I made huge progress this week. Writing non-fiction when...

Day 228 – Filling the Well

Tonight I’m full of good food and good company. May the universe provide us with many more nights just like this one. My well is full.    

Day 221 – Filling the Well

This week I needed a confidence booster so I got my eyebrows waxed, which quickly spiraled into a pedicure and a set of solar nails. Huge splurge, but damn I needed it. A little dash of feminine polish. I don’t see myself as a girly girl, but man does a little revel in the frivolous refresh me. I suppose it’s because this summer has been so heavy. Too many deaths touched my circle of friends these past few months. Too many reminders that life is short and unfair. My well needed something light and adolescent, a tiny reminder that there is still so much life to be lived and tiny joys to indulge in. Writing is going very well. My hours are increasing naturally and the flow I experience during each session is growing as well. My word count, in terms of...

Day 207 – Filling the Well

Do yourself a favor and hang out with supportive writers outside of critique group. Talk politics, indulge each other in story telling. I did that tonight. It’s been awhile since the last time. It makes you realize how tired you get of yourself and the stories you tell. After awhile, you forget the stories you work on are interesting because they lose their novelty. It’s refreshing to see someone take interest and say wow so you remember there’s still life in it. Anyway, I need more of it, whatever the magic is that happened to night. Like people care and will continue to care about what I’ve got to say. As I settle in tonight, I feel at peace with writing. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.  

Day 200 – Filling the Well

This week I filled my well with a 2 hour deep tissue massage. The massage therapist I see is a book lover and chats during our sessions. Normally, I’m not a fan of chatting during a massage, but this therapist reads a lot across genres so I usually come away with a few author suggestions and insights on books we’ve both read so I don’t discourage it. During our last session, our conversation drifted to priorities and productivity and she said, “You know, I didn’t realize until recently that you can’t have 15 priorities. You really can’t have more than 3 or things just don’t work out.”  A little light bulb went off in my head when she said that because I’m always trying to do and be 20 things at once....