Writing accountability, about 20 minutes, 412 words. Took me forever to get going, and I feel like I hardly wrote anything — but it’s a scene, if a tiny one.
“Shanthi woke up gasping. That was the only sensation that she noticed at first, the tightness in her throat that for a moment, made it seem impossible to breathe. Then the air rushed in, and she felt giddy with it, as if she might spin around and fall down, if she weren’t lying down already. She was flat on her back on the sand, and now she could feel the little grains under her arms and hands, her bare calves and the heels of her feet.”
I didn’t manage to write at all yesterday, in the end, and I’m anticipating a stressful phone call later today, which is making it hard to focus, so I guess we’ll call this a win. Think I’m going to give myself a break from computer work now, though, and go make something pretty.
Plan for the day — Eliana Callan is coming by and she’s going to make my curry powder (I’m still supervising her, but I think after one more batch, she’ll have it down), and then pack and label and ship out the recent cookbook orders. (Sale continues ’til tomorrow, 30% off!)
I’m working a Sprout shift from 3-8, and I’m teaching some flower preserving workshops during it (4-5, and then again 6-7), so I’m going to ask her to run me down with a folding table and some folding chairs. And then after that, I think I’m going to work on the Russ essay that I promised to write, which starts with re-reading some Russ, so that’s nice.
Mostly, just want to get through what’s likely to be a difficult day. We’ll see how it goes. Kevin’s borrowed sun lamp is beaming light at me — I wish I could measure whether it’s actually helping my energy or mood. Maybe? Maybe it’s just placebo…which I guess is also okay, as long as it works somehow.