An update to prove that I live!

Let’s see. What’s new?

I’ve been writing, and that means my head has been somewhat empty of words by the end of the day…I like what I’m writing (yes, I always say that) and this time I am on a strict regimen, hoping to get a book done. I wish dearly that I was a woman of leisure simply because it is so hard to get the energy to keep the mind firing, to stay creative. I’ve been playing with all sorts of theories as to how to keep myself awake and filled with energy and they are not panning out.

So let’s see if sheer stubbornness and a little discipline work.

I am also thinking about making a schedule to see when I can do more fencing. My life goals are:

1. Keep my job until I can afford not to

(because I like having heat, a home, food, and book money….and travel money…and fabric…and…)

2. Become a well beloved author who doesn’t need to do number 1.

3. Become a well rounded swords woman. That means that I am someone that people don’t want to fence because they know they are going to lose, but it also means that I’m a good teacher and that I help grow the rapier community and improve it.

I also have three more rooms to fix up in my house…nothing huge, just plaster and paint and flooring and whatever needs to be done to make the room better suited to each purpose. I am hoping to be in possession of a sewing/scribal/general craft room by the end of Spring. Wouldn’t that be awesome? Then I’d have a whole room dedicated to messy procrastination! I am one of those people who loves to craft. I have tons of yarn, fabric, embroidery/cross stitch stuff, and recently I’ve gotten into painting illumination. And there are tons of other things I want to do…carve wood, cast pewter, tablet weave…so I have lots of things that I’ve stored up for these projects all over the place. You find something that can “be useful” and you put it away somewhere “safe” and then you can’t find it. Or, if you are like me you get into a frenzy of cleaning and stuff gets shoved into a drawer, and drawer, as long as the item is no longer cluttering table tops or floors. This adds up to some interesting things ending up in mystifying locations…sword blunts in the underwear drawer, (yeah, have no idea how that happened), buttons in the medicine cabinet (nor that, either.) and more. Which, honestly, isn’t not being able to find about the same as not owning it at all? Except if you break down and buy it anew, then it’s like, twice as much as it was, in a manner of speaking.

So, that’s my excitement.