Tuesday Update — Discombobulated

26 May

Remember the change I mentioned last week? It has discombobulated me a bit more than I thought it would. Side note — isn’t discombobulated a simply delicious word? I love it!

Anyway, here I am, a full week in and I made the mistake I always make, I thought I could do everything with a dash of even more. Usually this starts well enough, but ends in flames. I think, maybe, perhaps, I caught this before I exploded into a fiery ball of burn out and exhaustion. How did I do this? I’m taking a day, today in fact, to sit around and restructure my time and to freaking relax. 

It’s raining, that pleasant and invigorating rain of early summer. Playing hooky today is also invigorating, as any sort of rebellion tends to be. Wish me luck!

Writing Updates:

No weekly Medium essay this time. This is part of my playing hooky and reassessment of my time usage. I fully expect to be back in fine fettle next week, so I shall deliver an essay then.

My other main writing work has been either for our friend the Ragman, or it has been personal exploratory work as I figure out the shape of my life for the next few months, at least. Not the sort of stuff I share publically, although it is the sort of stuff that future essays are often born of. Think of exploratory writing as the Orion Nebula — a nursery for the future words that will ignite into new stars.

Reading Updates:

I finished rereading Living the Good Life by Helen and Scott Nearing. I’m still working through my reread of Mark Boyle’s The Moneyless Manifesto.

In new reads, as in I haven’t read them before, I am chugging away at Sanderson’s Elantris — I adore this book, but it is slow going because it is a heavier epic fantasy with lots of moving parts, and my summer brain isn’t quite up to the work. So a chapter a day, most days, is my limit. Still, read Sanderson if you haven’t. He’s a nice break from the “romantasy” that has taken over and watered down my favorite genre. 

Of course, three books isn’t enough, so I also started reading Ecotopia Emerging by Ernest Callenbach. I read his classic Ecotopia years ago, but wasn’t aware that there was a follow up. The suggested reads on openlibrary.org revealed it to me, and lo and behold, it was available to borrow for free!

Survive & Thrive:

Two words for you — rhubarb candy! We have so much rhubarb and it is mainly useful only when heavily sugared in a dessert. True, I like it sliced fine in a slaw, or stewed down as a base for a barbecue sauce or dressing, but its usage is fairly limited.

On a whim, I tossed some sliced rhubarb with some honey and chili powder, then dehydrated it in the electric dehydrator. Oh my! It’s a lovely tart treat with a flavor reminiscent of Mexican chamomile candies and a texture like a gummy bear! A delicious addition to certain rice and wild rice dishes, chicken salad, or any salad really. I even sprinkled some on top of a pesto pizza and it was divine. Anywhere that you would use dried cranberries, raisins, or a bit of tart fruit in a savory dish works well. I imagine it would do really well with pork dishes, too!

The rest has been standard — we transferred the rhubarb wine to a carboy to finish out over the next three weeks, then we shall bottle it. Our next decision is what to get into the fermenting bucket next! I gave all of our herbs a haircut and dried the excess for future use. The beans, peas, lettuce, mustard, and spinach germinated, but my cucumber and zucchini seeds may be too old so I will likely be picking up seedlings somewhere this week. 

We had to put netting over the strawberry patch because the squirrels are eating all the leaves! Usually we don’t need to protect them until they start to produce berries. We also tended to a lot of chores. Like weeding around the trees, mainly to remove blackberry vines that tangle around the trunks. We also cleaned the moss and tree debris off our lane. I like how it looks, but that much debris is hard on the asphalt and it can become slick to drive on, so needs must. 

There is also the usual weekly stuff I don’t really talk about — making all our meals at home, baking bread, tending the garden, foraging, fixing stuff that breaks, hunting down or making replacements for things that can’t be fixed (and preferably doing this without spending any money), drinking beer on the deck, chatting with neighbors and friends, playing darts, and practicing my fiddle. You know, the stuff of living. 

As always, yours in hope,

Tuesday Update – Spring Is Springing

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Folks, it happened. Spring arrived in a torrent of sunshine and 70 degree days. The green haze that was buzzing around the trees suddenly erupted into actual leaves. Flowers are blooming, weeds are invading the garden beds, and the insects are back.

A mating pair of ravens has moved into one of the sequoias. I can see the tree from my desk, and all day, every day, two ravens take turns sitting and hunting. Whether there are chicks yet or just eggs, I do not know. I do know that both of them took a break from the nest yesterday to catch the air currents above their tree. I watched them swirling higher and higher, in a perfectly choreographed dance, before they lazily floated back down to only start the climb over again.

Ah, to be a raven on a perfect spring afternoon! 

Writing updates:

I wrote 12,482 words last week. These consisted of:

“The Daily Ramble”: 4,128 words.

This is what I call my daily free writing practice, which is where the seeds of many of my story ideas first take root. Normally, the ramble’s word count is a bit higher, but I took a couple of days off because I could.

Medium: 1153 words. “Hope Is Collaborative.” Go ahead, you know you want to read it. There’s no paywall!

Cunning Creatures: 1050 words. “Can Creatives Change the Systems That Destroy Us?” This weekly newsletter is free, so please subscribe! 

The balance was written on various other projects, primarily fiction. I didn’t make any submissions this week nor did I hear back from any submissions I have out. It’s like that sometimes!

Reading Notes:

I finished the second book in Becky Chambers’ Monk and Robot duology, “A Prayer for the Crown Shy.” These books encompass a vision of the future that I desperately hope we have a chance of realizing. Sure, it’s fiction written about a fictional civilization on a fictional moon, but it is still a vision of hope for me!

I am currently reading:

“Tress of the Emerald Sea” by Brandon Sanderson. This is my first introduction to Sanderson’s writing, and I am enjoying it. I’m about five chapters in, and I expect this to be a quick read because it has a nice pacing to it.

“The Future Is Degrowth” by Schmelzer, Vetter, and Vansintjan. I am reading this for a book club, but I am also deeply invested in what the authors are presenting. I hope to share many, many thoughts on this in the coming weeks. Right now, I am only one chapter in. 

Survive & Thrive:

Spring makes me think of food, mainly growing and foraging it. I don’t believe that artists should be starving, and I feel that securing good food for ourselves should be part of our individual creative manifestos.

This week, Mozy and I built four raised garden beds. I scavenged these beds from a local Buy Nothing group. They are the nice deck-style beds that have legs and a shelf beneath them. The gentleman who was giving them away also gave me a can of cedar garden bed oil. 

So Mozy and I carefully cleaned, sanded, and re-oiled each board before reassembling the beds on Friday. Our neighbor/landlord offered us a bunch of garden soil he had in his shed, which he is cleaning out, so between that and the compost pile I set up last year, we won’t need soil. We shall have a free garden on the deck, which is protected from the deer. 

This means free food. We also take care of the neighbor’s orchard and can pick all the fruit we want. Our yard features a blackberry hedge, and I helped someone divide their raspberries last year in exchange for the excess canes, so we have those to look forward to, as well. There are also blueberries, artichokes, and strawberries that we put in last year, from plants scavenged from a big box store’s composter. I won’t even get into all the herbs I have in pots and growing in the ground.

Last fall, I stuck a few garlic cloves into the ground. Soon I will be harvesting the scapes for stir-fry, then after that I can harvest the bulbs. I noticed nettles poking up in the wet area of the property, which means it’s time to harvest a bunch for soup, pesto, and tea. Bigleaf maple blossoms are also popping, and we use these to make lovely little pancake-like fritters. 

I could spend this time on social media, but it is better used outside growing and finding food. Social media doesn’t inspire my creativity, but digging into the dirt and watching a leaf slowly unfurl does. Plus, it ensures we can survive and thrive on our pauper’s budget.

Go forth in hope, Friends!

Tuesday Update – Submissions, Personal Myths, and Routine Adjustments

My view from the library window.

Currently I am sitting at a desk on the 5th floor of Wilson Library. The sky is blue — FINALLY! — and the sun is making the ripples on the bay sparkle and gleam.

It’s a beautiful March day. It is also a day that I am in flux. 

Like most humanesque creatures, I take comfort in my silly habits and routines. I can be quite curmudgeonly about them, and breaking them against my will can lead to a toddler-level tantrum (at least internally…).

So why do I persist in changing my routines every three months? For those in the know, it is because I decided to return to university at the ripe young age of 49. So every three months my schedule changes and I must adapt.

It’s gotten easier, fortunately. I take the down time between quarters to formulate a new routine and then I implement it in baby steps during the two weeks off. But then, I decide to try something new. This quarter the new thing is to schedule all of my classes on two days, Tuesday and Thursday. That gives me five days of freedom to work on my writing, earn a bit of the devil’s kale (not marijuana, but money), and to enjoy my life a bit. 

It also means that on two days each week I leave my house at 8:30 am, walk a mile to the bus stop, go to classes all day, then get back to the bus stop at 6:30 … where I then walk the mile home. 

Wish me luck in surviving this experiment!

Project Updates:

 I completed, and properly formatted, a couple of microfiction pieces. They are each around 550 words and complete stories in themselves, although both could also be expanded if I ever feel the urge. 

The first is “Dog Bowl Eulogy,” which has nothing to do with bowls and the dogs only make a guest appearance, as in the main character Shirley is terrified she is going to be eaten by dogs.

The second is “Minstrel Cramps,” which as the name implies was much fun to write and will hopefully be more fun to read!

Both will begin their submission odysseys later this week. I’ll update as the rejections, ahem, I mean acceptances begin pouring in!

A bit of noodling on the “Ragman” project, but that’s it. I won’t be working on it in earnest until summer break.

I’ve also began editing and revising a longer short story, with the working-but-probably-final title of “Dendrolatry,” which simply means Tree Idolatry or Tree Worship. It’s at about 5,000 words right now, pre-revision, and I expect it is more likely to pack on a couple thousand more by the time I am done with it.

The interesting thing about this story is that it began with a prompt writing exercise. My initial prompt was simply “What if the trees had eyes?” I wrote about 1,000 words on that little prompt, and I had more words but no more time so I ended it with a new prompt for the following day.

That prompt was “what are the trees looking at?” Still, more words at the end of the exercise, so I followed it up with another prompt on day 3. “Why are the trees looking at me?”

I continued in this vein for several days before I finally reached an ending of sorts. Quite lovely of an ending, really! Some parts I rushed through, which is why I know I will be adding more words.

Now, what have I published this week? Not much. Nothing, actually. I did send out 5 submissions yesterday, but I didn’t hear anything back other than a few emails stating my submission was received. 

I also published a new essay over on Medium, free-read Friend link below:

Are the Myths You Tell Yourself Hurting You?

Reading Notes:

I haven’t finished a book this week, so I will simply share what I am reading right now:

Pitchcraft by Laura Goode — lots of good information, so far! I’ll give a more detailed review once I finish it.

Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers. I’m about halfway through this short book. I love everything Chambers has ever written, and so far I love this one, too. Chambers is the best hopecore, solar punk sci-fi writer on the planet, I swear!

Moments in Living:

Life has been pleasantly chill this past week. Wonderfully chill, even. I met with friends nearly everyday last week to make up for the fact that I dropped off the planet during winter quarter. We didn’t do any hiking or geocaching, which are the usual weekend activities, and instead stuck close to home where we read, played games, and simply relaxed.

Oh, and we enjoyed the sunshine on Monday with a pint at our favorite beer garden. Good times!

Nothing exciting, but sometimes that is the best way. 

Until next time,

Jenny Wren Harrington

Navigating the Mama-Drama Without Losing My Mind

Sorry, this isn’t my battle anymore

“Mom, they fought until after midnight. I’m so tired.”

I reread the text, my stomach clenching with anxiety. My 24-year-old son, Will, was my man on the ground at Mom’s house. He was staying there along with my sister and her two young kids.

I was so, so sorry, and I let him know.

I had booked a hotel room for myself, my younger son, Andy, and his girlfriend, Jess. It wasn’t in the budget to book a room, but a gut feeling told me it was the best option.

Always trust your gut

This trip had been planned for months. We visit my mother every summer, but this year was going to be a big one. My youngest son, Andy, planned to introduce his girlfriend, whom he has been dating for two years, to his grandmother.

He was excited. I was apprehensive.

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