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Work is going pretty well for, well,
work. Janine is all laid-back, letting us chat and stuff. She's buying a
new TV to fit her new entertainment center (redecorating; she makes me
want to paint my walls dark green), and she's giving me her old
27" TV! There goes my plans for having a TV-free house; I just can't turn
down such a nice set, not when there's videos to rent and movie-nights to
throw. Still, I'm finding it difficult to stay at work. The weather
here is so beautiful! We should all work outside on days like today! Tim
knows what I mean; he's tempted by nature's siren song all day as I
am. If I was a teacher, I'd take classes outdoors on pretty days. That's
what I did when I was a sub (that and give inappropriate lectures on
Beltane and Alanis Morrisette's misuse of the word "ironic"). So, the
plan is to go to grad school, get an MFA in Creative Writing. That part
is really mostly for my writing; I'm much better at cranking stuff out
when I have deadlines, grades and lots and lots of peer feedback. But, if
I happen to *not* write a best-selling literary novel in those 2-3 years,
I will then happily try to teach. At a Community College (or, more
realisitcally, several at once). Or even high school. Teaching, what
little I've done of it, is one of the few things I can do as a job and
feel really damn good about myself for it. Bookkeeping just doesn't give
that kind of feedback, you know? I'm rambling. Tim sometimes calls me
his Rambleflower. I love that. Mmm, I love Tim. I'm missing him right
now, but it's not so bad, knowing that I'll see him near this time
tomorrow. He's so much fun just to hang out with, spend time
around. Even when we're not directly interacting (though those times are
the best, wink), I love being near him. And he's good for me, for my
writing, for my ideas, for my dreams and goals and, well,
everything. He's just good. I actually sat down and wrote last weekend
for the first time in . . . let's just not think about how long,
actually. And now I'm feeling the urge to really, finally, throw myself
into writing a novel. I'm a little worried about my focus - I'm easily
distracted by other ideas and outside things - but I think it's time to
try. I just have to decide which of my story fragments is most suitable
for novel-length. Well, that and which one I'm most passionate
about. I'm really into Goat Girl, but that might be because it reminds me
of Tim, it comes from things he loves and thinks about often. It hits
me, when I'm walking down the street or staring off into space on the bus,
how much my life has changed since Tim entered it. My life is totally,
completely different in many ways. And, the hard part for me to grok
sometimes, is that this change is so good. It seems like I've spent my
life dealing with changes, but the big ones always seemed to be bad, or
have a sinister feel to them. This change, this one is
joyous. Uplifting. Tim is slowly teaching me how to relax and enjoy
life. Teaching me by example, by love. I catch myself sometimes reacting
in an old way, an old pattern, and it confuses me because it just doesn't
fit anymore. And Tim's great, and patient, and he loves me so, so
much. I've never dated anyone before who matched my intensity in loving
another person, but Tim does. We love one another very well. It is so
wonderful, my dear readers, so full. I don't think I was still hoping
for this kind of love to come into my life. I think I had given up, and
was just looking for something good enough. I wasn't going to settle, but
I wasn't expecting brilliance anymore. That seemed childish; I'd been
through too much to believe in such fairy tales. But Tim rewrote all
that. Eloquently. Yes, I know: I'm a very lucky girl.
On hold for
now:
Henry and June by Anais Nin
My new PO Box is: Heather Shaw
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Beauty calling
Props to Todd for finding me a copy of Via Voice to try out
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