Wednesday, June 01, 2005
A Day Of No Work
Today I woke up at seven o'clock in the morning. I put a load of laundry in the washing machine. I took the dog out so that she could pee next to the butterfly chair that I keep out there. I read a few chapters of this really wonderful book my boyfriend got for me last night, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles, by Haruki Murakami.
I took a shower and actually blow-dried my hair so that I could go and get my driver's license renewed, as it's been expired for two months and I am terrified of the police. There was no line, no wait, and I had brought along my wonderful new book for no reason.
I went to Wal-Mart, which I chose for its cheapness. I made a sandwhich and attempted to unclog the bathtub drain. I don't think it worked.
Finally, at ten-thirty, I ran out of other things to do, so I sat down in my 'writing chair' with my laptop and got to work. In the first thirty minutes I finished perhaps a page.
I did not like it. Sometimes you have to write boring things that are meant to answer questions you raised earlier but don't really care about anymore, sometimes you have to move a person from the bedroom to the bathroom and it's not easy. Add to this the fact that I give myself a really strict page quota for each day, one which I haven't actually met in quite some time, and you get an Amy who is pretty damn frustrated. I read more of the Wind-Up Bird.
I think I'll go to the bank. I've only got five more pages to do today.
I took a shower and actually blow-dried my hair so that I could go and get my driver's license renewed, as it's been expired for two months and I am terrified of the police. There was no line, no wait, and I had brought along my wonderful new book for no reason.
I went to Wal-Mart, which I chose for its cheapness. I made a sandwhich and attempted to unclog the bathtub drain. I don't think it worked.
Finally, at ten-thirty, I ran out of other things to do, so I sat down in my 'writing chair' with my laptop and got to work. In the first thirty minutes I finished perhaps a page.
I did not like it. Sometimes you have to write boring things that are meant to answer questions you raised earlier but don't really care about anymore, sometimes you have to move a person from the bedroom to the bathroom and it's not easy. Add to this the fact that I give myself a really strict page quota for each day, one which I haven't actually met in quite some time, and you get an Amy who is pretty damn frustrated. I read more of the Wind-Up Bird.
I think I'll go to the bank. I've only got five more pages to do today.
// posted by Amethyst Vineyard @ 11:22 AM 
