Six daily rituals (illustrated).Posted: August 17, 2014 Filed under: Uncategorized 9 Comments
Warning: this post is pure process porn.
The last time I talked with my editor, I told him I wanted a school bell app for my iPhone. That way, I could set up all my daily activities in discrete time intervals, like in grade school. It was so easy then! When the bell went off, it didn’t matter what I was doing, I had to put down the math worksheet, put away the coloring, go on to the next class, sit down, and re-set my brain.
He made a noise that roughly translated to why in God’s name would you do that to yourself.
Maybe because I’m a discipline freak?
This is drafting time. I’m pouring the foundation of the house. It takes a lot of discipline. At present, I have six daily rituals. If I do four out of the six—two of which have to be (1) and (2)—I count it a successful day. See? You thought I was cruel and exacting toward myself. Au contraire. I am fair and beneficent.
(1) Morning pages. Two pages of stream of consciousness. It’s summer, so I do them out on my balcony in my underwear and hope that none of the passersby on the sidewalk below can see me.
(2) A thousand words of the new novel. Sometimes it feels like I’m giving birth to angels. Sometimes it feels like I’m vomiting up yesterday’s breakfast.
(3) Gym. Or as I like to call it, my daily gender performance. My goal is to increase my butt several cup sizes.
(4) A half hour of Spanish translation. Recently I had a conversation with my friend Fernando at the gym, who doesn’t speak English, but I could make myself understood in a very limited way, and it felt batshit amazing.
(5) A half hour of research reading. Here’s the current stack. It’s like my compost bin of ideas, fermenting.
(6) A half hour of pleasure reading, often with a Bloody Mary at Motorco. I just finished The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. It was annoying as hell and I loved it.
And sometimes I see friends.
And sometimes I see lovers.
And sometimes I go out on my balcony to throw pieces of bread to the birdies on my roof.
There is a time for everything under the sun.
This one’s great, Monica. I may print it out and glue it to my wall.
Thank you, Marian.
Really, really like this post. Thank you.
You’re so welcome!
Reblogged this on laughter in between and commented:
Breaking my blog silence to repost this gem by Monica. I love her and everything she writes is holy aaaahhhh
I loved this post & illustrations, Monique!
omg, you are so MAB with the bloody Marys! I love them too :-D.
I love disciplines too!
I have not been able to do bells and hours for a long time. except one, to get up early on school days to bookwork before class prep. usually the discipline is trust that I am sufficiently obsessed with creativity, vanity, good food and productivity that all activities get done in all the right proportions every day. this is not necessarily a good thing-obsession! compulsion!-but the trust to rely on it is indeed a discipline! lolol …
Mom liked Bloody Marys!? I’ve only just discovered them…and in Durham, they garnish with pickled okra 😉
“Sufficiently obsessed” hahahaha….
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