There was a happy post that was writing itself in my head yesterday morning as I traveled to work along the river, the day overcast, the river as I love to see it, moody and grey, blustery, full of art.
The post in my head meandered around the quite wonderful time I had had at work the day before, when I was elbow deep in editing a piece of writing I loved, from a writer I have loved for years. She offered up such riches, but because we never give anyone enough time to truly craft a piece anymore, all deadlines are ridiculously short and barely accommodate the muse, her piece was a few hundred words longer than the space allotted and still a little unwieldy, occasionally going off on tangents that led nowhere. But oh it felt like an honor to work with that piece, to try and take it where it wanted to go, and would have gone if the writer had had another week. Mainly it was about pruning and shining a bit so that the jewel might assume its full sparkle, and by the time I got home at 9 pm, I felt, not exhausted from the long day, but exhilarated! The next day the writer called to say she felt the edit had been "loving" (that was the word she used) and she had only one small change. I was reminded that when you do work you love, you feel energized, filled up by art.
So I really sat down here this morning to write that I felt like shit. Everything hurts. Every bone and joint, even ones I didn't know were part of the action, and the kitchen is a mess after an explosion of cupcake baking last night, with the dishwasher not cleared, and dang it, I have to be at work early this morning so I'm going to just leave it for the cupcake baker to clear up when she gets home from school. But you know, writing about the happy things from the day before, tapping back into my good mood, darn if I haven't lifted myself above the poison that was in me when I woke up! Blogging is therapy. Life is full of art wherever I look. I am grateful for that today.
Well, you've lifted me up with this post. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Elizabeth, then it's a good day indeed. Love you.Delete
Can you believe that the 6 are going to college? I can't. I said to mommy the other day it must be so strange to look at them as teenagers doing these adult things and see them still as your baby, the person they were at 3, or 5 or 10.ReplyDelete
Also, for prom dresses I recommend ABS or BCBG. ABS usually copies all the dresses from the big red carpet awards shows, so K could have some luck there perhaps. absstyle.com also edressme.com has a big variety of dresses, gowns etc, very good for prom, among other things
M, what excellent suggestions! I will pass them on. And yes, it is very strange to look at them, almost grown, and see all the ages they were at the same time. strange and wonderful.Delete
That is truly a romantic and beautiful dress.ReplyDelete
Is this the writer with whom you have ended up with an armful of awards?
I hope you aren't getting sick. Take care of yourself, Angella.
ellen, it's actually a different writer, one who I haven't worked with in years, but who was responsible in a way for the publication of my first book. She talked me up to her agent. Those were the days of agents! This woman has five bestsellers going the mainstream route, and now she has started her own publishing house to publish her own books. The book business is so deeply changed.Delete
She is a good one. And a wonderful writer too. Hugs.
Sorry to hear of your aches and pains, Angella...ReplyDelete
Mila Kunis is a girl I'd like to kiss. There! I've said it! She's just so stunning.
Also, I dream of one day having an editor like you. A good editor is like a sorcerer, or a midas turning everything gold.
Chrissy, Mila Kunis is definitely a kissable one. Loving the sex issue of Far Away Literary Magazine!Delete
Thank you for nudging me into a happy direction. :)ReplyDelete
Ah, dear Nola, every little bit helps. You being here, that helps too. xoDelete
Love the dress! Your daughter has impeccable taste.ReplyDelete
As for the rest... Glad you took the happy road instead.
Miss A, they say happiness is a choice. If so, then I sometimes choose wrong. But today the happy road beckoned and i was happy to follow. Hugs.Delete