some days

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After Evening Prayers, Xavier Mallery

42,967, Loose Daddy. Some days I don’t want to open my eyes to the morning. It was great to get away to Colorado for a day, to break my routine, get out of California and breathe the air of another place. But it was not enough. I returned from my little get-away unsettled. I’m tired of the long, tedious drive to work, bored out of my mind at the day job and yearning to be left to my books and thoughts.

Loose Daddy is slowly growing, and the other two novels, Sweet Taboo and A Lamentation of Swans, pull at me, but I have no time ready to hand for them, only time I can wrestle away from other time, only stolen time.  Right now that’s the best I can do.

I like the ethereal, contemplative air of After Evening Prayers. In the dusky glow of the lamp, the way their white cowls capture the delicate illumination, the nuns seem to float up the stairs.

4 thoughts on “some days”

  1. I love the picture you chose with this entry. It kinda looks/feels like a nice place to go and settle in to do some serious writing.

  2. Thanks, oh. Yes; I can imagine the treasury of quiet alcoves and serene chambers (and a walled garden) a convent would offer contemplation and writing. Nice of you to drop by. d:)

  3. I understand your anxiety, and definitely know that *unsettled* feeling. My brother has a fantastic job that he loves, but when they told him that he needed to be in Ohio, he didn’t like it. He was fortunate enough to have resources, which he used to figure out how to stay in Mississippi, where he spends most of his time in a cabin in the woods. He has a lovely home in Tupelo, but his heart is in that 4 room cabin that he has made a home.

    How many hours is your commute?

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