We’re taking the long weekend holiday/A’s birthday to enjoy ourselves with visits to museums, walks in parks, and generally relaxing. Welcome to Bridgetown will return on Friday!
Thanksgiving is over, the tryptophan/carb coma has worn off, and we have finally finished up all the turkey in the house. It’s also getting colder, which means that, since I am an Old, they are starting to ache. Which means it’s time for me to start moving again. We made sure to get some good neighborhood walking in over the extended weekend, so I’m not worried about being a lazy butt…it’s more that I don’t want to fall into the classic trap of ‘there, I walked a mile, happy now? *becomes a slug for the next three weeks*’ we all fall into around this time of year. I’ve been putting off the daily exercises and stretches I’d been doing in the past (sometimes for legit reasons, but mostly because of laziness, alas), so starting today I want to get back into that again. I’ve never been one for spending hours dedicated to high-level pro-athlete weights and exercises, but I do really miss hitting the gym and getting a good thirty minutes on the treadmill as I listen to tunage and think about new story ideas. Since the YMCA is currently closed, we’re making do by walking the streets of our neighborhood. [Our current fun thing to do is count how many doggos we meet on our walk. Current record is 35!] I need to get back into the habit of taking a few minutes during the day to do a few stretches, crunches and extensions, however.
This also means it’s time for me to get back on my writing schedule. Last week was kind of a washout due to multiple errands and shopping to take care of, but I kind of expected that to happen. I don’t feel too guilty about that. The whiteboard schedule is staring me in the face as I type this, expecting me to make good on my daily assignments. These are writing exercises and projects that I’ve broken down into easily manageable segments (see my recent posts about focusing smaller), so it’s not as if they’ll take up a considerable amount of time out of my day.
Interestingly, I’ve kept my break schedule that I used to have at the Former Day Job, and that seems to give all of this some structure. My morning break was at 9:30am, and currently I’ll still use that time to back away from the PC and write in my personal journal. Noontime is still for lunch so A and I can chat, catch up on our Twitter feeds, and do whatever non-work things that need doing. I use my 2:30pm break for stretches, going downstairs to get the mail, or zipping up the street for any quick errands at the corner shop. And the both of us will clock out at 4pm to take our afternoon walk around the neighborhood. All that time in between, in roughly two hour blocks, is perfect for me to hit things like these posts, daily words, and so on.
I’ll admit that getting myself motivated is sometimes an issue — I mean, who hasn’t been distracted to some level during these political and pandemic seasons? — but once I get myself started, I can usually keep the momentum going until the end of the day. I still get that thrill of finishing a writing assignment like finishing off a chapter or a scene, leaving me one step closer to my goals.
As long as I keep moving!
D’OH! I seem to have completely forgotten to write and schedule a post for today. It’s been such a weird week that it completely slipped my mind. And being that it’s (hopefully) going to be a quiet day here at the Day Job, hopefully I can take care of other things that slipped my mind and/or didn’t have time for.
Such as making some headway on the Apartment Complex story outline. I finished the initial revision run-through for Meet the Lidwells just the other day, and I’m letting it simmer for a few days before I go through it one more time…so this is the perfect time to kickstart that next project. [I do need to futz with the MtL cover some more, but I think I’ll do that on the weekend when I have more time and space to breathe. I know what I want, I’m just having a hell of a time trying not to make it look like it’s a craptacular botch job finished in five minutes on Photoshop.]
I’m hoping things quiet down on the Day Job from here on in so I can a) relax a bit, and b) sneak in some writing work if needed. Things usually do start winding down post-Thanksgiving (with one last short burst in late December), so this is when I get to unwind and not have to stress out about all that much. And I am so looking forward to that!
This occurred to me the other day, and it’s something that wasn’t touched upon directly in the Bridgetown Trilogy: in this universe, what with multiple deities and a Universal Goddess floating around, will there be any set-date holidays? The simple answer? Yes, Virginia, there will still be a Santa Claus.
The spirituality of the Meraladhza and Earth human does not affect any currently held religious beliefs, actually. As the alien spirituality is a tangible thing, something focusing on the actual soul and not the religious aspect, most if not all major religions of the day have accepted any Meraladian deities that have popped up, such as the Universal Goddess, the One of All Sacred, Saisshalé, and many others. Conversely, Earthbound Meraladians have embraced the holiday spirit, so to speak, having fully grasped and enjoyed the positive energies that so often come from it. Celebrations are often ramped up to go consecutive days, which encourages people to “unplug” from the day-to-day rush and also to visit friends and relatives they would not normally be able to visit due to time constraints.
In Bridgetown, another holiday tradition is to visit the month-long Winter Festival, which takes place at Kendall Fields, in the southeast section of Mirades Tower Park. This festival, created over a hundred years previous, has a longstanding tradition of bringing together all walks of life both human and alien, and all belief systems, to celebrate life and spirit. It features numerous concerts, plays and productions, entertainment galleries, and more.
More to Come:
–On Religion in the Mendaihu Universe
–On Faith: the Personal and the Religious