Namaste blog tribe
So a few days ago I was all “I need to blah-g every day” and then I got into writing 
poetry a bit and THEN I started hitting novel keys and suddenly two days went by and I was like, “Fuck. Remind me how I was in an office for 12 years, again?”
The fact that I worked Wall Street corporate aside, offices, in general, to me – are no bueno. The whole hunched over glowing screen in between moving from table to desk. This chair to that one…
It’s just not good for you.
I also don’t think it’s good working on someone else’s clock. On my own schedule, I wake up around 4/4.30am and go to sleep at 9. Considering I get to work from home now, it’s even better since those earliest hours are my most productive.
Don’t get me wrong, I have worked in some of the most beautiful offices in Manhattan and Melbourne. That doesn’t mean I want to be there eight hours a day.
I got a text message from one of my best mate’s earlier that said: So, I thought you were on holidays. Apparently, you moved and didn’t tell anyone.
I suppose in a way I did. I have to re-tally my moving statistics. It’s wonderful to be able to focus exclusively on my creative work, in between patting the llama and cuddling with goats.
The book is going sharp and bite-y. Just how I prefer it. Goddess willing this one will be done by the end of this New England winter.
I haven’t even mentioned how freezing it is…
ps. apologies for photo sharing delays lately. i’ve developed a love/hate relationship with patchy service.