Still one more piece to write that will complete my little prose poetry book, my rhizomatic text, which I may or may not post. It's a Monsieur piece and you might just have to buy the book in 50 years when it's published to see how it ends. Sighs, and laughs.
Monsieur is an amalgam of the men I've loved/love... you know that!
But even amalgamated Monsieurs like secrecy.
For the last month I've been working at a very busy central switchboard at the executive level in a corporate bank, only a 7 hour day, but exhaustion! The board rooms, the expensively appointed dining rooms, the clients, meetings, parties. In a fish bowl. Asked always to wear a suit, be polished. Come home late, 8pm after walking my doggy, too tired to think, let alone talk or be with my daughter or help her with difficult homework assignments. Not to complain, it's money for gifts, and hopefully to move to a larger apartment (I pay rent and storage each month so can afford a better place just need the last month's rent, which this job should provide).
I was writing a book, though, when I accepted the assignment. Let me tell you, with will power, anything's possible. Almost all of the book, with the exception of the first bit, was written during coffee breaks or on lunch: work like crazy with calls piling up on the phones and then work like crazy on breaks writing in Second Cup, or one of the exquisitely appointed rooms high in that bank tower overlooking the lake. Enter whatever I wrote that evening when I was too tired to think or do much more than move my fingers over the keyboard.
Yesterday I took sick. Hot flushes and cold spells, perhaps pushing myself too hard. I came home early, went to bed. Today I've stayed in my jammies, resting, sleeping, warding off a sore throat, the flu. I just finished a 2.5 hour meditation that I did mostly on my back and feel greatly cleared. Bliss is restoring itself in me.
In a day or so when I recoup, I hope editing opens up. I just found out that I'm at the job until the end of the year, which is very good news.
It's blessings all round.
Friday, December 15, 2006
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Hope you're feeling 100% soon. (I drank hot lemon juice with honey, and it felt good melting down a soar throat).
ReplyDeleteCongrats with your book! That's really great news. It's been a lot of fun reading your blog :)
Sending lots of well wish thoughts your way. Get better.
-Ester
Blessings and cyber chicken soup to you! I hope you feel better soon -- and good for you in pursuing the Muse through everything else and for persevering. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for better housing for you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ester, and e_journeys. I'm still fighting it off, though it's there, hovering in my throat, you know the way it is.
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