Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Hello again . . .

It's me.

I feel as if I should have some kind of massively exciting reason to have been away for weeks and weeks, but it's more a combination of things:

1) inchoate grumpiness
2) frequent travel
3) lots of little miniprojects requiring the sending of emails or the attending of rehearsals or the scheduling of schedules

leading to

4) marked inefficiancy on the major projects, like, you know, writing plays. Not been so good at doing that recently.

leading to

5) inchoate grumpiness

Nothing major or life-shattering, just the feeling that, for no good reason other than late winter, my batteries are weak, and I kind of just want to stay in bed. To put this in other terms, I have read virtually every magazine on the news stand for the month of March. I have magazine brain. Lots of pictures, few words, and the belief that shopping and/or exfoliation and/or kitchen reorganization will remake me into the person I was meant to be. Except I don't have the energy to shop or exfoliate, let alone attack the kitchen -- just to read magazines.

This isn't totally fair -- I'm caught up on laundry, I've cooked a lot of yummy meals the leftovers of which are pleasantly frozen for a rainy day. I even got a thank-you note in the mail today for a package I received on Monday, and I'm seeing the dentist (of my own volition) on Friday. So, it's not depression with a capital D, just feeling . . . "meh." And "meh" makes a hard blog post.

On a break from the magazine rack, I read Julie/Julia this weekend and it was pretty great, and reminded me that:

1) I am a better cook than I was a year ago and that's cool
2) it's okay to be young and grumpy and take it all out on absurd schemes
3) blogging can be good

It also made me realize that

4) it is highly unlikely that I will have a book deal by 30

But you can't win them all.

I guess what you can do is make cocoa while the weather still demands it, knit, and be glad there are so many magazines to read.


Jen said...

And you know the proper context of the word "inchoate"! Surely that's worth something. And this probably isn't what Eliot meant, but there will be time, there will be time...

Sara said...

I *loved* the Julie/Julia project. It didn't actually inspire me to accomplish anything, but it was an excellent read. If I spent as much time cooking as I spent reading books, magazines, blog posts, and web chats about food, I'd be able to kick Julia Child's ass by now. Although, having read "My Life in France," I don't have any desire to kick her ass; more to have had the chance to hang out with her in France back in the day.