This blog may seem a little unfocused, but then so am I - I'm a writer, photographer, trombonist, online gamer, grandfather, and promoter of graffiti as both an art form and a community change agent. You can subscribe to my posts, over on the right-hand panel, via RSS feed or emails, or follow me on Facebook and Twitter.
I posted this on The Facebook a few days ago. I got some good feedback, so I thought I'd expand it a bit. Instead of packing boxes ;-)
I've had some new stressors lately, and was surprised at how much they affected me.
Ten years ago I decided to sell my house, downsize, and move to the Wellington West area. I found a nice two bedroom place, got rid of a lot of stuff, and moved. Seven years ago my landlord announced his daughter wanted my apartment, so I found a place, packed up again, and moved. I don't recall either event being that stressful or traumatic.
This summer my landlord announced he wanted my apartment for himself, so I had to find a place and coordinate a move. I found this more stressful than it really should have been, given my history and abilities.
Nope - I think we're stuck in the worst of times, not a lot of best out there. Other than Melancholia's sad little "Be Best" initiative.
I haven't blogged since May, for various reasons, most of them stressful. I have been active on Facebook, as a way to stay connected with people. I've also been getting into more arguments with right-wing Covidiots than I should, and have been following too many news sites for the latest information/rumours. COVID still weighs on my mind now, but not as much as it did a few months ago. As the lockdown eased, I started socializing more - shopping with a mask more than once every few weeks, sitting outside my local with a beer, a visit from Patty (after 7 months), walks around the hood. But I also had stresses added - relationship issues and then a notice of eviction. My landlord wants to move into my place, so I'm out as of October 31. I got that news a few weeks ago but now have a new place - yay! Going from a two bedroom in a house to a one bedroom in an apartment building will be a change, but a good one. I'm downsizing a lot of stuff, and I will have a nice 9th floor balcony with a view of the Parliament buildings, Ottawa River, and the Gatineau's. I'm sure I'll meet many interesting people in the building, and NCC park land is right outside, with lots of walkers. Many with dogs. So - less stress as I look forward to this change and work on checking off things on my to-do list for moving.
At least I think so.
I'd like to get back into writing, but I think I need someone for a couple of things:
- to nudge me when I'm stuck, or maybe just on the wrong path. I usually have ideas to start a story, but sometimes I am not sure on the branch to take next. Or maybe I even need to back up a bit. Or trash it all!
- to critique my work with more caring than a stranger might
have, but more honesty than someone close.