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Domesticity is surprisingly more satisfying when I start treating it like writing.
Editing isn't fun, but neither is mopping. Both require finicky responses to little crufty issues that weren't intended, and sometimes require several passes, and you're never really perfectly finished... but still, it feels better to have made things a bit cleaner.
Making dinner takes a lot of time and assembly of ingredients, but so does writing a story. And once in a while it turns out that even after getting everything together (and fudging a few details) there were enough mistakes that it doesn't work out and can't be salvaged, but, hey. There's always another instance coming along. And when it's done well, other people can look on with admiration and say nice things about the results. Which is very nice.
I don't have a good metaphor for doing the laundry or cleaning catboxes, but I'm working on it!
In any case, I'm working on a new novel project. It's using a whole lot of bits and pieces of ideas I've been wanting to use for a while, some of which will work better than others. I like the premise so far, I like my protagonist, and by god, I will figure out something other than a spy for at least one more of my PoV characters.
And tonight, I have a dinner planned where there's a reliable chicken baked with fresh basil (thank you, CSA, for introducing me to this concept!) and new potatoes (finally figured out where they were hiding them in the store), and a cucumber-vinegar salad that's a bit experimental (I vaguely recall my mom making it when I was a kid), and then a yogurt parfait for dessert (which is hard to do wrong, with fresh strawberries and blueberries, a Greek honey yogurt I know we like, and granola on top). I'm looking forward to making it.
Even if bits don't work out right. And even though, having finished, there'll be cleanup to do and then another dinner to make in another day or two.
Being responsible about creative activities is surprisingly applicable to the rest of life at times.
Editing isn't fun, but neither is mopping. Both require finicky responses to little crufty issues that weren't intended, and sometimes require several passes, and you're never really perfectly finished... but still, it feels better to have made things a bit cleaner.
Making dinner takes a lot of time and assembly of ingredients, but so does writing a story. And once in a while it turns out that even after getting everything together (and fudging a few details) there were enough mistakes that it doesn't work out and can't be salvaged, but, hey. There's always another instance coming along. And when it's done well, other people can look on with admiration and say nice things about the results. Which is very nice.
I don't have a good metaphor for doing the laundry or cleaning catboxes, but I'm working on it!
In any case, I'm working on a new novel project. It's using a whole lot of bits and pieces of ideas I've been wanting to use for a while, some of which will work better than others. I like the premise so far, I like my protagonist, and by god, I will figure out something other than a spy for at least one more of my PoV characters.
And tonight, I have a dinner planned where there's a reliable chicken baked with fresh basil (thank you, CSA, for introducing me to this concept!) and new potatoes (finally figured out where they were hiding them in the store), and a cucumber-vinegar salad that's a bit experimental (I vaguely recall my mom making it when I was a kid), and then a yogurt parfait for dessert (which is hard to do wrong, with fresh strawberries and blueberries, a Greek honey yogurt I know we like, and granola on top). I'm looking forward to making it.
Even if bits don't work out right. And even though, having finished, there'll be cleanup to do and then another dinner to make in another day or two.
Being responsible about creative activities is surprisingly applicable to the rest of life at times.