When I’m not writing, quite frankly, I don’t know what to do with myself. Writing sets the schedule and the tone for my day. When I’m not doing it, I’m essentially useless with other stuff.
As I said in my last post, I finished the new version of my novel just before Spring Break, and it’s now being read. I should get it back sometime soon, but until then, despite the fact that I can’t stop thinking about things I want to revise, I’m not letting myself look at it.
Secrets of the Sari Chest needs time to settle.
In the meantime, I’ve been going to yoga or taking long walks at night with my neighbors. I’ve also been kicking around the idea for a short story, catching up on my New Yorkers and reading novels. I have a writing workshop this weekend, which I’m cramming in between swimming and piano lessons, a child’s church retreat, the kids’ Sunday school, husband’s tennis game, and a birthday party. Thankfully, this will be the last crazy weekend of the school year. We’ll still have busy weekends, but they won’t be the kind of weekends where I want to tear the hair out of my head.
I managed to throw together a nice (though simple) Easter dinner on Sunday for my family (and extended family) even though we’d just gotten back from California Friday night. And since then, I’ve been thinking more and more about diet. I’ve flirted in the past with significantly cutting down on dairy in my diet, and then I watched Forks Over Knives, and I’m even more convinced I need to reduce it. So I’ve been searching the web for good vegan recipes. I’ve even started making my tea with almond milk (which I’ve found I actually like).
See? This is what happens to me when I’m not furiously working on a novel. I start thinking I need to be a vegan. I guess it’s time to get out Novel # 2.