Feb. 5th, 2004 01:29 pm
Revelations
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savvyliterateThere are times when you're just meandering along and then WHAM - a revelation hits you. I had one of those last night.
I fled to Johnson City after work to take a break. I wound up spending three hours of pure bliss in Barnes and Noble curled up in a chair with a mocha frappucino and a copy of "Betsy's Wedding" by Maud Hart Lovelace. It's been a long time since I read the Betsy-Tacy books and I'd forgotten how much I loved them. After I was done, I pulled out a couple of journalism books for tips and went home.
On my way back, I could tell I was a lot more relaxed and was actually thinking through the stuff that seemed to be pounding my brain earlier. The events in DR Tuesday night really drained me and I sorely needed the break. Then I pushed past that and focused on why I seemed to be so creatively stuck at work. Then I began thinking about my life. The most EVIL of days is casting its influence on me because for the first time in a long time, I felt extremely lonely. Not the type of lonliness friends can cure, or even God (though he helps!)
Then I started thinking about my being in Bristol and my writing. It suddenly hit me. I realized why I was in Bristol. I'm here to perfect my writing. I've been given the tools and the freedom to turn into the journalist - both reporting and visually - that I want to be. This is my time to perfect my craft. Anything else that comes out of it is icing on the cake.
I went home and simply blew off DR for the night (except to go to my mentor's meeting) and got some much needed sleep. I feel a lot better now and I can tell my production at work is already improving. Wai!
Oh, and I've posted chapter four of "The Twilight Struggle." Part of chapter five is already done.
I fled to Johnson City after work to take a break. I wound up spending three hours of pure bliss in Barnes and Noble curled up in a chair with a mocha frappucino and a copy of "Betsy's Wedding" by Maud Hart Lovelace. It's been a long time since I read the Betsy-Tacy books and I'd forgotten how much I loved them. After I was done, I pulled out a couple of journalism books for tips and went home.
On my way back, I could tell I was a lot more relaxed and was actually thinking through the stuff that seemed to be pounding my brain earlier. The events in DR Tuesday night really drained me and I sorely needed the break. Then I pushed past that and focused on why I seemed to be so creatively stuck at work. Then I began thinking about my life. The most EVIL of days is casting its influence on me because for the first time in a long time, I felt extremely lonely. Not the type of lonliness friends can cure, or even God (though he helps!)
Then I started thinking about my being in Bristol and my writing. It suddenly hit me. I realized why I was in Bristol. I'm here to perfect my writing. I've been given the tools and the freedom to turn into the journalist - both reporting and visually - that I want to be. This is my time to perfect my craft. Anything else that comes out of it is icing on the cake.
I went home and simply blew off DR for the night (except to go to my mentor's meeting) and got some much needed sleep. I feel a lot better now and I can tell my production at work is already improving. Wai!
Oh, and I've posted chapter four of "The Twilight Struggle." Part of chapter five is already done.
