Posted February 26, 2017on:
I know that the reason for regular ROW80 check-ins is not to brag about our accomplishments (okay, not solely), but also to share those less than stellar times when we are floundering and need the support of our fellow ROWers to get us going again. Still, I somehow managed to avoid three check-ins in the past two weeks (one at Many Worlds and two here) because I felt I had nothing to report.
I wasn’t writing, and somehow, I’d begun to equate words on the page as the only marker of actual progress I could use. Which is (of course) very silly on my part. I was doing a ton of things, above and beyond the normal stuff of daily life. If anything, I’ve had to become extra creative to fit in those normal things… a few dishes here and there while waiting for my hot water in the morning, sort a few clothes and move a load for folding out on my way downstairs…
Thursday and Friday I was “at college” with my son as he was invited to participate in a set of workshops* with the drama department at Hudson Valley CC and Shakespeare & Co. for their Northeast Regional tour. A mini-homeschooling conference on Tuesday, car inspection and repairs on Wednesday, dental visits on both Monday and last Thursday, and on and on…
Oh, and I have managed to get back to some writing-related stuff. The classes I am taking on Ancient Portus (not so much the Maritime Archaeology one) and the American South (global view) have provided a great deal of fodder for my stories. Time Team episodes have given me a deeper realism of the past and what skies might look like, smells, even how the water might be… We like to romanticize the past by imagining things were so much cleaner and purer (or how much more violent and dangerous) things were. At least in fiction, especially, there seems to be a sense that we do things so very different than we used to.
Then we have to consider facts like the Tiber river had become so polluted during by the 2nd C BC in Rome that there were purification rituals for the river itself (and an increased need for well drilling), that the slag heaps from ancient iron smelting were stacked so high in some places they made their own mountains (and became a source of iron in WWI), or man-made hills of discarded pottery in Italy… just think of the trees that had to be cut down and burned for those kilns and furnaces (making charcoal uses an insane amount of wood in its own right).
So, yeah… I’m getting some definite ideas about the world in more stories, smells, sights, textures. And I even managed some newish words last night. Yay!