Wednesday

[deborahjross]

A hot bright day. Indian summer weather. Juggling laundry and catching up after working day job yesterday.

Chapter 25 of SEVEN-PETALED SHIELD keeps growing. I suspect it's really 2 or 3 chapters, all strung together. And I really do have to elaborate on the horse race. A good way to re-enter writing trance state after having my head in blood pressure checks, Rx refills and other stuff yesterday.

The local metro is on strike, as of yesterday, so I'll have to break off early and schlep down to Aptos to pick up Rose and 2 of her hapless classmates. It's really not that much a burden. For one, it motivates me to get cracking on the chapter -- no time to noodle around, waiting for inspiration. Mostly, I'm happy to help her be successful in school, and I'm glad she's meeting other students. It's difficult enough to create and participate in an academic community while commuting such a distance.

I found that the friendships I made in college were very different from those in high school. There are a couple of people from h.s. I'd be curious to get in touch with (but since my h.s. doesn't do reunions, that's unlikely) but I still have special, close friendships with those from college. My best college friend and I -- hi, Bonnie! -- have been part of each other's lives since 1965. 40 years. Through growing up and grad school and breakups/divorces and kids and career changes. That's truly amazing.

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[cardigirl.livejournal.com]

I also find I can get a lot accomplished when I have something else that *must* be done later in the day. I can't dawdle around and "get to it later" because "later" is already spoken for.

I stayed in touch with no one from high school. I was *in* college when I met the circle of friends I've continued to be close to, but I didn't meet them there -- they were part of the local science fiction club a boyfriend introduced me to (boyfriend is long gone; friendships have remained).

[deborahjross.livejournal.com]

I've noticed quite a different rhythm to my day, comparing life now to when I had kids (and was not a full time working single mom). Then, my afternoons pretty much ended at 3, because there were so many kid-related things, dinner usually at 6, and not much energy left over for the evenings. I'd write in late morning, early afternoon. Now I write in those times, but take a break, sometimes a nap or cardio exercise around 3, and then get an amazing second wind of creativity around 5. Who would have known, in the midst of piano and karate and PTA stuff that would turn out to be one of my most productive times? So if I find myself lagging in the morning, I'm not too hard on myself. Unless, as above, there's some fixed engagement.

I wonder if we just aren't old enough in high school to form deep friendships. Proximity in classes and the absence of hostility seem to be the only requirements.