Sometimes, inspiration comes, not when you least expect, but in the manner you least expect.
I intended to have an album review prepared for today. Instead, I fell asleep on the couch in front of Monday Night Football.
This time, at least, I can blame it on my new job. I’m still getting used to the idea of not working a set shift, so I left the office pretty late on Monday. This new schedule where it’s totally up to me when I show up, when I eat lunch, and when I leave has thrown off my entire day-to-day schedule.
I’m trying to iron out the kinks. For instance, how do I maintain a regular gym schedule (we have a gym at the office) when I may have meetings at varying times between 10am and 2pm every day?
The short answer is, go when I have time. But this is harder than it sounds.
Anyway, I’m not here to gripe. This is just an adjustment period for me. I don’t think I’ll need to adjust my blogging schedule once settle in, but I’m keeping my options open.
I’m sending a new batch of chapters to my editor tonight. She will reach a critical turning point in my story, so I’m asking to meet up and discuss her overall thoughts in person.
Hopefully, we’ll also be able to wrap our heads around a timeline for her revisions to the rest of the book.
…but the anticipation of a post. The whisper of a post that may yet come to be.
Do forgive my convoluted tone. There is work to be done, and not a moment to waste!
Life’s distractions make
wonderful excuses for
neglecting our work.
Yes, this haiku is literal. I neglected to schedule my Sunday haiku before leaving town for the weekend. But I’ll be damned if I miss my first Sunday post in almost two years while there’s still a shade of daylight 🙂
A work phone blaring
right when I log in — this day
has not started well.
My new schedule is awesome. I have a new schedule at work, by the way. For well over a year I had been trudging through an early shift, 6am to 3pm. I loved having a full afternoon of daylight ahead of me when I got home, and I even enjoyed being in the office a solid three hours before most everyone else — 3 hours of peace and quiet before the fluorescent lights blazed and the coffee machines were overrun with empty mugs waiting to be filled.
These sweet summer days
A festival of light, warmth-
and I’m here at work.