I've been pretty good at writing every day, and I find that, while I intend to get my writing done in under and hour, that this doesn't happen. I'm probably clocking close to 90 minutes, and rising. Almost everyone here has now asked me over the past couple of days "Do you think you'll keep this up?" The answer is of course no. There are going to be points along the way in this coming year that daily writing of any kind, let alone for an hour, is going to prove to be challenging.
My fear is of course, stopping. It's a fear because this is a new thing that I am trying to make as a habit and to do so requires a certain amount of discipline and committment that I tend to lack as I am not an overly intrinsically motivated individual in many respects. Give me a deadline damnit! Make me responsible to someone other than myself for this, whatever "this" happens to be. I'm totally good at that. This self-motivated one though, quite a bit tougher.
It's kinda like the gym. But whatever.
And the same is true for the morning stretching, which is also something I want to keep going.
Well today we are heading off for Cape Breton for a few days, and with eight of us in the house and wanting to leave by 9am, and stuff to be done, I broke with my carefully crafted and natient routine, and instead of stretching went straight for the shower, and am now writing what I hope to be a quick blog.
So I am nervous. I'm also busy justifying my choice, which is likely the sign of me feeling guilty about it. I'm also telling myself I can stretch tonight at the hotel, or in little ways along the way during the day. Again, we'll see how it goes.
Anyway, the point to all of this is that we'll see how the blogging goes when we actually get busy with stuff. And I'm guessing the next three days are going to be a test of that. I'm also curious about how this changes how Facebook and Twitter get used. I have a FB account which I kinda use. I made a Twitter account expressly for this trip, but aside from following (and ignoring) Neil Gaiman and Christopher Moore, I haven't done boo with it. Guess we'll see.
Now, if we were to ignore the above then the entry about yesterday would go something like this: (starting my timer)
Yesterday was a fun, if quiet day. It started quite late, which may have something to do with us all going to bed shortly before 3am earlier that morning. Breakfast ended up being around 2pm at a restaurant whose name I unfortunately do not remember (and know one is around right now to ask) with everyone except Philip and Meara present. The lot of breakfasting folk then headed off to Mahone Bay for a looksee and walk-about.
Mahone Bay is about 15 minutes away from Lunenburg and is quite lovely, though the word I would use to describe it would be quiet. In some ways too quiet. Good things happened though, including ice cream, where Meara and Philip happened to appear - nice timing by the way, and a pint at the Mug & Anchor - yes I can remember names of pubs. We then headed off to find a park to play some frisbee in. This was perfect as we were all feeling a little sluggish I think, and the tossing of the disc about was better for us then the nap we really felt we wanted. I'm using "we" alot, and it's not fair to put us all in the same mindset, as we weren't. Heather and Philip actually headed back to the house to get stuff done and for Heather to get a quick nap in as she has, on top of all this, been rather busy with work. So my apologies for the "we" and for generalizing the group dynamic. Consider it a casualty of trying to write quicker. That said that bit starting with "I'm using..." was just added in an edit as I spell and grammar check myself. Now back to the original draft.
Then it was off to celebrate Heather's birthday at Rime in Lunenburg. Did I mention that is was Heather's birthday? Dinner was wonderful. And my Dad should get a kick out of that name. Sorry Dad, no albatross present, and we did drink a great deal of water. Post dinner was a trip down to sit on the dock as Heather was very much wanting to. Another fine moment of peace, sitting on a bench, looking out over bay and listening to wind and the water. Then home for cake and getting the house in order for us all to head off to Cape Breton. A fine day in all.
Time.
So there we have it, there's me writing a little bit about yesterday. Feels kinda like a list. Gotta work on that.
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