Note to self

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How to use the restless minutes and hours between activities scheduled and unavoidable:
- finish / write new story
- write 15 mins / day on any subject that comes to mind [project title: The Woman Formerly Known As]
- blog but keep it short: limit time spent writing to ten mins, see what you can produce
- read and don't feel guilty
- research popular print culture and mysticism
- limit FB visits to time when out and about (entertainment)
- start tapping into new characters, era, and place, testing the waters

[the above is an actual note actually sent to self, as typed into phone on Wednesday, January 29th, while sitting in the car in a parking lot with a few minutes to spare between a stop at the library and picking up daughter for piano lessons]

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A few notes on where I'm at, today, on this last day of January.

- I'm waiting for comments on final revisions to Girl Runner. Next steps will include copy editing, cover design, and publicity planning. Not there yet.
- My author photo has been taken (by the wonderful Nancy Forde, my friend and neighbour!).
- I'm prepping to drive to Windsor with my swim girl for a weekend meet, hoping to get there ahead of the snow that's on its way.
- Yes, our swim girl has cut back on swimming, but only marginally; I'm just happy she's so happy to be swimming again. Yes, we've cut back on the number of meets we're attending. This is a big one, and we both wanted to go. We'll continue to assess her overall schedule on a weekly or even daily basis, making changes as needed.
- I've renewed my access card to the local university libraries, and have been through the stacks to find books on popular print culture (16th century, specifically).
- I went to boot camp this morning, and my body felt perfectly normal. (Hurray!) My mind, I'll confess, remains foggy, but that could be all the quiet thinking it seems to want to do right now. My mind is stuck in winter-mode: hibernation.
- I'm still on antibiotics.
- Our oven still doesn't work, but the part has been ordered, and the manufacturer is paying for it, not us.
- I'm reading Caitlin Moran's How to be a Woman, and wondering why it's taken me so long to discover her.
- I'm sitting down as I write this. Need to work my way back onto the treadmill desk.
- I'm meeting with my word-of-the-year friends on Monday. Until then, the word remains under wraps, as I'm suffering from my usual last-minute change of heart.
- Kevin and I spent most of yesterday together, and checked out wood stoves ... and came around to thinking that what we're really looking for is a gas stove, as originally planned. It's about half the cost, and a whole lot less fuss once installed. I've decided that I may be someone who admires people who have chickens and wood stoves, rather than someone who aspires to have chickens and a wood stove, if you know what I mean. It pains me to type that last sentence out.
- This post has taken me exactly ten eleven fourteen seventeen TWENTY-TWO (uh oh!) minutes.

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