getting back in the saddle

Perhaps it's natural for everyone to take a break from any sort of regular tasks that they have to do with her that's their sports training, their housework, even their family. Perhaps that's not universal ;-)

Regardless of other people's experiences and needs, I'm certainly a person needs to stick a break from writing a while, quickly at the end of a major project. That's where I have been lately.

So – at the risk of sounding like I come from Amarillo, Texas – I guess it's time to get back in the saddle!

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I would like to think a little bit about starting rituals in the few minutes that I have before starting my  "important" tasks. Would a particular can relate his the experience of waking up this morning and trying to get myself into "the writing chair."  On the positive side, there is something conducive to writing about a quiet house occupied only by the home of the various refrigerators, air conditioners, dehumidifiers, and electric fans of summer. This is a house that's free of the beeping of personal digital assistants built into our cell phones, and the prattling on of the "entertainment" on television,  the squeaks and screams of elementary school boy(s), and even the mundane, daily chit chat that grows to represent love within the family.

Waking up this morning and looking around the house, I realized that it  required – and perhaps will always require – a great deal of effort as a temporary single father to complete and overcome the daily life tasks in the room of things like:

• picking up the scattered refuse, the detritus, that seems to trail behind the fifth-grade boy;
• folding up and putting away the closed seem to have been hanging on the drying racks for as long as you can remember;
• washing and putting away the piles of dishes that seem to propagate like slime mold faster than you can ever paid it back;
• and well: social media .

In the end, getting to writing for me at least, and this morning at least, involved willfully forcing myself to look away from the handful of Tupperware that appeared in the sink out of yesterday's lunch box, the important work tasks that lie opened and half finished on my computer's desktop, and the family members who have their own hopes and plans for this little bit of free time early in the morning.