santa monica life

a week "off" is really a lie. i don't know if my brain wants to be "off" for any length of time. ever since i was a child, i wanted to always be doing something. it didn't have to be training to be a surgeon...just coloring would do. but i wouldn't just want to color, i would want to watch tv while i did it, or vice versa.

when i used to do homework, i would watch tv. killing two birds was the only way i liked it. otherwise, i felt like i was wasting time. my grandmother always commented on my early affinity towards time management. i would sit in my leotard and tights between ballet and team practice just plugging away. people thought i was a nerd. i was...but i also was NOT a morning person, so doing that same homework the next morning did not appeal to me in the slightest bit (nor did the idea of the assignment being late...whoa panic attack). so while time management looked like a nutty, i-think-i'm-better-than-you trait...it was really just me knowing how late we would be in practice (most of the time i got home at two in the morning on a school night) and realizing that i was a crappy morning thinker.

i am still that way, although i want to want to wake up early. that's easy here in santa monica. i am loving that i wake up at 9:30 at home, but it's 7:30 here! tricking my brain seems to be the only way :)

i'm stealing a moment out of my vacation to write a post because i have every intention of writing my book for the next four days and not writing as much online. it's my goal to finish the first draft of this novel on this vacation, just like it was my goal to finish my other one on my honeymoon.

crazy? maybe. but i find that writing large chunks is difficult while juggling a couple other jobs, cleaning a house, walking the dog you think is your child, and being a real person (hanging out with friends and going to dinner, etc). there is always something more pressing...something with a concrete due date. for example, it's going to rain one day...charlie needs to walk because i want him to live forever and he needs his exercise...but this pocket of sun might give way to rain soon so i better take him out right now...i can write when i get back. i can write when it's raining. i like rain writing....but then i get five phone calls with different requests that are un-charlie and un-writing related.

so, i am happy to say that i am writing now...or was like 5 minutes ago before i decided i needed to blog. hmmm maybe i'm the problem? :)

back to work! back to the "office" :)

have a great week!

ashlyne huff revelette