Monday, March 24, 2008


I did it. I cleaned. Too bad my clean apartment looks like your average person's messy apartment, but it's a step in the right direction.

I've been annoyed with myself for not feeling like writing, and I've realized it's not that I don't want to write, it's that I want to write something new, and fun, that will never treat me the way my current writing project is treating me. New Writing Project will woo me with lots of fascinating research, will have a plot that falls into place, and characters that speak to me in dreams. New Writing Project would never confuse me, or send me mixed messages, or get emotionally distant.

Wait, Rachel, are we still talking about writing projects?

Yes, of course, what are you trying to suggest?

In an effort to rekindle the writing flame, I started writing a ghazal (pronounced "guzzle"), last night, because ghazals often have to do with frustrations in love, and because a poem called a "guzzle" has to be fun to write, right?

And today, I'm back to "work," sitting at my desk, Micol, and not in my bed, because yes, sometimes work should feel like work. I will let you know how it goes.

Currently reading: The Traitor King by Todd Mitchell

1 comment:

Micol Ostow said...

You're so funny! I'm in my writer's chair RIGHT NOW, but more than that--I'm all showered and made up and in real clothes! Something about Monday mornings...but I do, for sure, feel like I'm "at work."

(That being said, I got a whole buncha good stuff down on paper on Sat, when I spent the whole day in my sock monkey pj's. Hmm...)