Fandom musings, part 1
Feb. 9th, 2018 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantI'm beginning to feel some stirrings of desire to get involved in fandom again, but mostly they just make me sad, because I can tell that there's not enough energy behind them to result in action.
But I had a blinding flash of the obvious the other day: My writing went away when my Saturday mornings went away.
Both the spouse and I were working full time when the kidlet was born, and we worked out a shift system so we'd always have one Parent In Charge, while the other parent, if present, was a Secondary Parent and could nap or run errands or otherwise have a tiny taste of freedom. The spouse was Parent In Charge on Saturday mornings, and I used to get up early, nurse the baby, and then slip away to Barnes & Noble to drink coffee and write.
I wasn't always productive, but I would leave my laptop at home and work in a little spiral notebook, which limited the amount of distraction. At a certain point, writing was the least boring of the available activities.
But when the spouse went back to school and we went to the commuter marriage model, I started spending weekends traveling to see him. So on Saturday mornings now, the spouse and I (and the kidlet if they're home from school) go to a coffee shop and hang out together.
Saturday mornings hanging out with the family in a coffee shop are lovely. Weekday evenings at home after work in a solitary apartment are also lovely. However, what they are *not* is a nice big chunk of uninterrupted solitary time, during my most productive hours of the day, just for writing.
(About the same time, a smartphone came into my life, so now even if I leave the laptop at home, I have a tiny, ubiquitous box of procrastination to deal with ...)
It's no wonder I haven't written a word since I came to Iowa.
But I had a blinding flash of the obvious the other day: My writing went away when my Saturday mornings went away.
Both the spouse and I were working full time when the kidlet was born, and we worked out a shift system so we'd always have one Parent In Charge, while the other parent, if present, was a Secondary Parent and could nap or run errands or otherwise have a tiny taste of freedom. The spouse was Parent In Charge on Saturday mornings, and I used to get up early, nurse the baby, and then slip away to Barnes & Noble to drink coffee and write.
I wasn't always productive, but I would leave my laptop at home and work in a little spiral notebook, which limited the amount of distraction. At a certain point, writing was the least boring of the available activities.
But when the spouse went back to school and we went to the commuter marriage model, I started spending weekends traveling to see him. So on Saturday mornings now, the spouse and I (and the kidlet if they're home from school) go to a coffee shop and hang out together.
Saturday mornings hanging out with the family in a coffee shop are lovely. Weekday evenings at home after work in a solitary apartment are also lovely. However, what they are *not* is a nice big chunk of uninterrupted solitary time, during my most productive hours of the day, just for writing.
(About the same time, a smartphone came into my life, so now even if I leave the laptop at home, I have a tiny, ubiquitous box of procrastination to deal with ...)
It's no wonder I haven't written a word since I came to Iowa.
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Date: 2/10/18 03:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/11/18 01:30 am (UTC)It's not the time with the family that I begrudge, but I DO begrudge the time spent driving back and forth, not to mention having to have two of everything.
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Date: 2/11/18 02:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/11/18 03:46 am (UTC)