Great news: I quit my job! It was a terrible situation. Quitting has been a huge weight off my shoulders, my moral shoulders, emotional shoulders, and the regular ones. My back almost feels ok. I am now roaming around the house and yard instead of trolling it up at a desk! That’s a little bit of an exaggeration since it’s only day one, but I do feel good. I feel like there is hope and there isn’t and underlying feeling of dread because I have to go back to an office I hate in two days.
Anyway, it’s day one. K is at work and I’ve had the day to myself. So far I’ve SHOWERED, soaked and scrubbed my feet, gardened, went to Lowes, made stuffed peppers, thought about a to-do list, and made this turmeric mask.
I did a lot of thinking in 2015, then even more in 2016. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, what kind of career I was going to pursue, what kind of craft I was going to focus on. Due to my 9-5, my creative writing and reading had been pushed to the side for a language that was contractual, methodical, tedious (actually my creative writing is much like that, too, minus contractual). Using this tongue and my daily focus on the dry landscape of writing for a company left me feeling creatively bankrupt in my personal practice. Instead, I was turning more and more to physical and visual acts of creativity: gardening, woodworking, creating structures with K. I told myself I was getting my house in order so that my mind was could be clear to write. I’m not the type of person that can live somewhere unsettled, somewhere that feels askew. This phase of ordering and building, though, has taken longer than expected. And what I saw as I built and created, was that I was at the precipice for a bigger change.
October 16th marked our one year anniversary of purchasing our first home together, and despite feeling like our list of wants and to-dos will never be complete, we’ve done a shit-ton of work to the place. Some of the stuff I have documented here; others, like painting and decorating, I’ve had enough dignity to bypass posting about. Regardless, I thought it would be nice to document everything we’ve done to the house in our first year, to not only record the progress we’ve made but to be able to look back and be thankful about being able to do it all.
Standard sized mattresses and box springs wont fit on antique bed frames, but with a little adapting you can forgo the box spring and slap a mattress right on top of the frame. The process is relatively painless, and you don’t need any tools other than a drill, hammer, and a few clamps.
I fell in love with the nightstand on the left, but I couldn’t get on board with it’s $1,400+ price tag. So I book marked it with the hope that one day I would see that the price had gone down. However, the longer it sat in my bookmarks bar, the more I wanted it, or something like it, but I couldn’t find anything similar that had it’s narrow proportion. The closest I could find was the classic Chippendale bamboo series, and from an image search they looked pretty good painted. Chippendale is pretty solid furniture, and I knew if I found a set, I could really give it hell.
We built a shed! And it’s a beast.
Some Lydias found a home within Banango Street’s issue 4. Check them out here. The whole issue is pretty great, too.
I’ll be speaking on two panels at Writefest this Friday in Houston, TX, as well as participating in their book fair with NANO Fiction on Saturday. This is the first year of this festival and it seems very well organized, so I’m super excited to be a part of it.
Crossing Boundaries: The Fluidity of Genre(s), Friday, 10.15-11.15 am. Moderator: Tayyba Kanwal, Panelists: Caseyrenée Lopez, founder and editor of Crab Fat Magazine and Kirby Johnson, founding editor of NANO Fiction and former editor of Black Warrior Review.
And the book fair runs from 10am-4pm on Saturday.