To sum up the main reason why I haven’t been blogging lately (for almost a year–yikes!): complaining. Apparently, I’ve been doing a lot of it lately, and I’m tired of it. Complaints are helpful and necessary…to a point. But when my own ears get tired of hearing about how stressed and busy I am, it’s definitely time to stop. Moreover, a truly crappy year has just wound down (I live my life by the academic year rather than the calendar version of events). Time to lift the head up, enjoy the gorgeous spring weather, and be.
Besides, Apparent Dip and I have decided to make this summer: The Summer of Apartment Reorganization 2009. We need to keep our wits about us. This is serious business. It requires major furniture moving around (and unfortunately, it doesn’t do so on its own). It requires the four cats to discover new ways of constantly getting under our feet just as we’re about to attempt something potentially hazardous to all of our lives. It involves paint. Cursing. Chaos. But even more than that: it requires me to take every. single. book. off. the. shelves. All 800 or so in a tiny two-bedroom apartment.
The benefit: an organized apartment that will most definitely suddenly make me want to write and stay organized all summer and into the new academic year (stop laughing! It ruins my ability to convince myself). Plus, I usually discover that there are whole shelves of books that I am dying to read that I forgot I had. And I get to play with database software as I catalog everything because I am just that ridiculous.
So, like Sisyphus, I’ve broken out the (metaphorical) colored pens. I’m trying to decide how to reorganize my ever-expanding-despite-no-income library. Part of me wants to play with color. But I think I’ll experiment with time instead and organize my fiction chronologically (non-fiction is divided thematically and then alpha by author, then title).
And in the meantime, I’ll procrastinate on both my writing and rearranging projects by blogging. Mwa ha ha.