I moved into my new digs on the 2nd of the month. I brought clothes, guitar, a couple of microphones, my computer, all my old writings, and not much else. The first day I was there I went grocery shopping at the bottom of the hill at the organic food market, New Frontiers, and made sure to pick up a pack of cigarettes, a handle of gin, several small bottles of tonic, and a sackful of limes. My mission, like my drink of choice, was clear.
Immediately upon arriving I had several ideas for what to do with projects I was working on. I woke up, leisurely made breakfast, played guitar, got down to writing, had a drink, leisurely made dinner, read for a bit, went for a walk or a bike ride, etc. Not that I stuck to a routine or anything. Such a thing would have reeked of work and discipline. Those were the typical elements of any given day, and they came and went as they pleased.
I kept a journal of my work. Each night I would record what I had worked on that day, how much I had accomplished, and remember to myself any ideas I might have had about new projects or how to advance current ones. I can see from my record keeping that in my first week there I wrote about 9,000 words over 3 projects. I also had a nice day at the beach on the 4th of July, which ended with fireworks at a parent's beach house in Pismo.
Mid-month I was back in LA visiting my grandma and taking care of unemployment business, but after less than a week of that I ran straight back north and go to writing again. I hosted my first couchsurfer, Olly, from England but making his way home from Korea at the time. Before the end of the month I had started a new project, completed an old one, and made good headway on a couple in between.
Of course, by then I had discovered the television and Asimov's Foundation novels, so there days when I simply cooked, ate, read, watched a movie, talked to a friend, drank, smoked, and went right back to bed, sometimes without ever having put on real pants. I was a writer! I just had to write more...
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
July 2008 - the SLO life
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