I love checking my stats and finding this. I feel so global.
Plus it gives me the travel bug since these are five of my top ten places to go.
Back home, after a whirlwind week of travel that took me to Santa Barbara, Irvine, Riverside, Dana Point, Costa Mesa, and Anaheim. I was without my journal for most of the trip (panic attack!) and now that we’ve been reunited, I can hardly write fast enough.
I’m journalling sporadically, trying to keep up with all the observations and experiences that simply MUST be recorded, and I keep forgetting to drink my tea! Every time I pick up my mug, it’s already gone cold. I take a few gulps, make room for more hot water, and pad quietly to the kitchen for a refill. Half an hour later, I find myself yet again with a mugful of lukewarm tea, and tea’s just not satisfying when it’s not steaming. #writerproblems
But there’s a warm cornbag at my feet, and my journal is back in my hands, so this cat is happy.
P.S. Who knew that “mugful” is a real word?
The morning started well enough. My train was delayed by three hours, but I was in a fine mood, and spent my time reading and writing sonnets.
I rarely have the patience for sonnets, because iambic pentameter really cramps my style, but occasionally I’m up for the challenge.
Then the unthinkable happened. I boarded the train, set my bags down on my seat, and before we’d even pulled away from the station I realized that my journal was not with me. In a panic, I tried to run back out to the platform, but it was too late, we were slowly moving away, and there was nothing I could do.
Filled with anxious adrenaline while trapped inside a crowded car does not allow for the typical pacing and scurrying of an irritated WriterCat, so I did what any WriterCat would do: curled up for as many naps as I could fit in to the five hour train ride. Because my journal is where I keep my sanity, and when would I ever have the patience to attempt those sonnets again? Never, that’s when.
There is, fortunately, a happy ending. The next day, a package arrived at home, addressed to me, from Amtrak. I assume my sanity is inside, and when I get home, I’ll be writing a heartfelt thank you to Amtrak.
For now, I’ll fill the blank pages of my aptly named reading material with the thoughts and sentences that just can’t stay in my head any longer. Because there’s just too many words bouncing around inside of me to go even a few days without writing.
Hooray for train rides and happy endings!
Because sometimes cats, even the obstinate ones, are the best source of love. Especially when the obstinate ones finally deign to sit on your lap and purrr for a little bit. (But as soon as you get comfortable, she’ll jump down and saunter away. Oh, my fickle Valentine.)
We’ll be each other’s Valentine.
I just spent an inordinate amount of time attempting to get the cord for my laptop untangled from a nearby cat toy.
Mostly I was just flailing them around, hoping they would come undone of their own accord (#ohnopuns) but it didn’t work, and I had to bend down and use human logic and some patience.
It’s not even like they were horribly tangled, just mildly intertwined.
It’s late at night though, so I forgive myself for my pathetic efforts.