Another shot (different angle) from the callas. Photographed with Nikon D300 and 60mm micro lens.
After spinning my wheels for another day or so, I finally started writing something ... anything ... and lo and behold, I was on my way, making what I think is a pretty considerable dent in the book. There was admittedly a moment when I was seized with the panicked impression that the brilliant idea I had, once reduced to paper, was actually the dumbest thing ever to see the light of day, but I managed to work through it -- or, at the very least, I've decided to assume that my initial euphoric reaction when I came up with the idea is truly sound. Once I've edited the work a bit more this week, I'm pretty sure I'll actually believe it.*
Unrelated: over the weekend, I ran to a local book store, and picked up a reader for Alex, and an exercise book for her to practice writing her letters. While browsing the store, I came across a "staff recommendation" of a book on the Mayan prophesies around the year 2012. Like a bad accident, I couldn't put it down for 10 minutes, and by the time I got home, I was completely undone -- between end-of-the-world predictions, coupled with current news of swine flu and general economic catastrophe, I was a frayed, jangling nerve.
But then? Marcus made lunch. And after lunch he and I sat outside with a glass of wine, and watched Alex and Rufus race around the garden with total glee. And I realized that I was wasting far too much time worrying about the future, and not enough enjoying the present.
* And incidentally, thanks so much to all of you for your patience and generosity with me last week. It absolutely helped.