the metamorphosis from me to ME along the journey
|I have become seized with an unfortunate bout of writer's block; the deadly disease that all freelance writers catch from time to time! My creative prose writing isn't silenced; just my poetry and profitable-but-boring freelance work, my livelihood! (That spelling looks suspect, but so did the rest of my choices!) I am sure that the cause is all of the fru-fra that has gone on around me since Rick has begun to work from home. Suddenly, this tiny house has contracted even further. I am having to share my precious, rationed soltitude with someone I love and can't easily say no to. Also in the sharing que are my equipment, my supper decisions, and even my cats and coffee! Having him working here IS great fun for me, and a great opportunity for him. He was able to land a super job within a month of his job change, and is now working happily at his little homemade cubbyhole as I write in the bedroom office. Gone, unfortunately, is my little kitchen workstation, as he needed to use a monitor in his little cubby. This will maybe allow me to merge the madness that has been my computer life for the last 30 months!
He gets his first paycheck this week; he has been in paid training for two weeks already. So, I am not complaining, just shifting gears that I was not intending to shift. I have been cluelessly begging to do away with the kitchen office aspect of my life for ages. Now that it has happened unexpectedly, I am having to get used to working in just one location. That should be delightfully easy, to have all of my work in one place. It has been uncomfortably normal for me; the cluttered part of my psyche has missed the uncertainty. Just goes to reinforce the old mantra of "you'd better watch what you ask for--you just might get it!" And, I did.
I really have miniscule income goals for my freelancing--but I am not even able to meet them right now. It is sort of causing me a small self-image crisis, even as I find myself more settled down and content than I have ever been here up til now. It is great to have a friend here full time; I am just not used to the unexpected, uncalculable stress it brings with it! I will cope, though. It may just take a little while to adjust to working on just one computer and to shift those other, unascertainable gears . . !