Wednesday, February 22, 2006

"A" For Effort

Fed up—fed up, I tell you!—with everything and anything taking precedence over my sitting down to actually write, I turned my proudly Filipino nose up at the thought of the gym (I don't seem to be making much headway in that department, anyways) and the errands I really should have run this morning at the grocery store, Target, Trader Joe's, and Morrison's School Supplies.

Instead, I printed out two stories that need revisions, sat my arse down at Copenhagen Bakery with a Diet Pepsi and my iPod, and went to work. I ended up concentrating on only one of the stories because I was listening to In The Sun, which was written by Joseph Arthur and then recorded in multiple versions by Michael Stipe with Coldplay, Chris Martin, and Joseph Arthur. I'm deeply—perhaps even embarrassingly—moved by the song, and while I was working, I realized that it sounds the way I want my story to read. So I just kept listening to the different mixes over and over again while I wrote. All proceeds from the sale of the song(s) benefit Katrina survivors, by the way; the money goes directly to Mercy Corps via Stipes' In the Sun Foundation.

Anyways, it was a good 90 minutes. And even though I can't be sure if I created anything of worth, I can at least say I tried. Today.


More pix and commentary on the Beauty & Power conference at Joanne's and Noel's!


Rebecca Mabanglo-Mayor said...

Good for you, Ver!

I had a similar experience when a meeting I had last night evaporated, leaving me with more than /three/ whole hours to myself (bless my Hubby).

Yes, I wrote! Yes, I indulged in sushi! Yes, I browsed the library.

It felt /good/. (More please. I'm greedy...)

We gotta do it, set it all aside to be sane with our writing. I'm very happy for you!

kbqltyy: adj. The quality of light as it strikes the page you are about to write upon.

ver said...

Hi Bec! I always feel a little lame whining on my blog, but dang it, sometimes I gotta let it out. You're right—sometimes we need to get a little selfish...

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean about that song. The first time I heard it I was driving through the tall trees to the cottage. I was lost in my soul and looking for meaning. I'm surprised I didn't veer off into the woods, I was crying so hard. That friggin' song!

When I got back to the cottage, I sat down and immediately penned one of my articles for Backwash. It finishes with some of the lyrics.


ver said...

Joooooots! Thanks for confessing your love of this song, too. I thought I might be a bit of a weirdo...

Will check you out at the 'Wash!

Anonymous said...

Oh, they long blasted my column archives into the ether. I can forward you the article, if you'd like.


ver said...

Yes, Joots, e-mail me!