It is Sunday morning & with the magic of science doing its work I am improving. The urge to write patrols the 'outer reaches' of my thoughts. And yet, I sit here knowing full well that I'm not ready. It isn't simply that I'm still weak & far from recovered ~ I'm unhappy about my surroundings & a little defeated when I consider them. During the course of the last two weeks I've watched in dismay as the dust gathered again & an air of benign neglect settled across the flat. It has lost its shine too quickly; I am someone who finds it impossible to work unless my surroundings lift my spirits. It will take days to restore it to my satisfaction.
I have the room & the income, such as it is (Virginia Woolf was right about that) but time is another thing altogether. I feel I need to exert more authority over the practicalities. Beat domesticity into submission & make of it a thing of trivia. It assumes proportions. I suspect I need a wife. Or a maid.
And after I return my home to order, how to limit the distractions & interruptions of life (including illness) in order to have time to write, the activity more necessary to me than anything? The fact that I know the answer (self discipline & a determined reordering of time given over to other people) is self evident. Perhaps I just need to be kinder to myself. But essentially, I can't continue to blame circumstance for my recent miserable word count. Neither do I reach for that old chestnut, 'writer's block.' When was the last time you heard a doctor claiming 'doctor's block?'
I have the room & the income, such as it is (Virginia Woolf was right about that) but time is another thing altogether. I feel I need to exert more authority over the practicalities. Beat domesticity into submission & make of it a thing of trivia. It assumes proportions. I suspect I need a wife. Or a maid.
And after I return my home to order, how to limit the distractions & interruptions of life (including illness) in order to have time to write, the activity more necessary to me than anything? The fact that I know the answer (self discipline & a determined reordering of time given over to other people) is self evident. Perhaps I just need to be kinder to myself. But essentially, I can't continue to blame circumstance for my recent miserable word count. Neither do I reach for that old chestnut, 'writer's block.' When was the last time you heard a doctor claiming 'doctor's block?'



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Hahahahaha! Very good! And apposite, considering I had to see two of them before I could get my drugs! :)
I blame this obsession women have with learning! It results in softening of the brain & an inability to conceive. Enough already! To your embroidery, woman & leave the learning to the men!
For me it is constant struggle to keep up with and balance the demands of domesticity - the house - my commitments to my organizations and my own private interests. Something is always dominant causing the others to be neglected.
I am always convinced I can give time to all three each day but my energies falter and something has to give.
But as Scarlet says - tomorrow is another day.
Or maybe it should be Rhett - Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!
Live each day to the fullest no matter which part of it you are living.
About Doctor's block. The N Y Times Sunday magazine has a feature about strange illnesses that doctors have given up on until one of them has an "ah ha!" moment. They seemingly often have blocks. Not very reassuring.
Or am I being horribly sexist?
I know a man who writes. He is single. His flat is a pit. He doesn't care.
Re: Doctor's block. I obviously chose the wrong profession. Plumber's block anyone? Oh, yes... silly me:~ "Pwwwwww... that's a job & a half, lady. Can't see us getting the bits 'til Thursday at the earliest & your boiler's dead. I'll be in touch..."
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1. When I was in college many years ago they had us read - for some unknown reason as this was a women's college - a book called The Intellectual Life (translated from the French). What I remember is the author's advice that it was good to have a wife so that there would be domestic tranquility and healthy nourishment.
2. A number of years ago we went for a week's vacation on St Martin. A fantastic brand new place. A series of villas grouped around a common swimming pool ( A number of these groupings on the plot and all with a view of the sea) Each villa had its own HVAC & water system. We arrived and discovered our unit had no hot water. "Mon Dieu!" (this was the French side) They would send some one at once! Each day the workers arrived. They took the water heater apart. Parts spread All over the hall. "Ah quell demage! This island does not have the part we need." "Mais Non, the part it has not yet arrived." But each day they came. They tinkered and left. Cold showers were not really that cold and this was the tropics in winter. And the shower had a window that looked out to the sea. Was hot water really necessary? Well, we did finally have hot water - six days later on the last day of our stay.
For me, doing anything artistic or creative always seems to lose out. I know, I really do know, that has to change. But all the other needs just seem so much more immediate - I mean, my family expects to eat every day!
I know! And sometimes they want pudding too! I sometimes think my 'arrested developement' is a hangover from the days when, frankly, I didn't have time to write a shopping list, never mind a book!
I dust therefore I think? Sigh... If I could afford it I'd definitely employ someone to do my housework.
A gay man perhaps, so I wouldn't have to deal with my conscience around issues of having another woman cleaning up my mess...
Can't win.
I am feeling a bit blocked myself at the moment. I've been meaning to do a particular thing for months now, something that needs doing, and keep finding excuses not to, or find something else which I will just get done first... I've finally realised that 'just making myself do it' is totally failing as an approach and have started trying to delve into exactly what the roots of my resistance are. Unfortunately they appear to be complex and fairly deep rooted. So I am going to need to do some soul gardening. Pulling up the weeds and untangling their roots from the plants I want to grow, so they stop sucking the nourishment out of the ground of my being...
Modern science is a wonderful thing on many levels; it saved not only my life, twice, but that of one of my children too. But the blinkers are another problem & while the medical profession en masse refuse to entertain alternative (as opposed to crackpot) methods of healing & care, not a lot will change.
And the criterion regarding the prescribing of medicines often makes no sense whatsoever.
I am vehemently opposed to medical intervention in the choices of women (in particular) simply because patriarchal thinking deems us less capable of understanding our own bodies than a man.
You are enigmatic, my dear! I hear you though ~ it's that time of year...
In regard to alternative (as opposed to crackpot) methods of healing and care... yes, exactly. But its even more basic than that I think. As a therapist, part of my professionalism is knowing the limits of my expertise, of my knowledge and skills, and knowing when to suggest a client sees someone else. Alongside that however, I do have the ability to give some basic advice about things like diet, posture, exercise, nutrition, and various simple aspects of lifestyle advice, whether it is making sure you have a good mattress and computer chair if you are having a bad back, drinking cranberry juice if you have a UTI, or avoiding dairy (lol) if you have sinusitis. I would expect every doctor to do the same, (and this is not exactly 'alternative medicine' here) but far too often I have seen doctors fail to give what I would see as extremely basic health advice, AND fail to refer onto a specialist (eg a nutritionist, physiotherapist, etc) or simply a nurse who is able to give this kind of advice. That makes me very "grrr, argh!!!" when someone is not given even the most basic, well evidenced information to help themselves get better and to help prevent a problem from recurring. Worse than that, people are actually told 'there is nothing else you can do' which really gets me spitting! Thats not science versus crackpot, thats just ignorance + arrogance.
Oh and enigmatic... yes... well your LJ is public methinks? I may expand in my own journal at some point...
It's a piece by Judy Brady which I read it a few years ago, and I think you'll get a kick out of it :-) It's called 'I Want A Wife' and it was written in the 60's here in the States.