Evening Pages

It's hard to write after the kids are in bed, 'cause I'm tired, and all the bright ideas I had earlier in the day have fled. That said, I know I fritter away a lot of time on the computer, and if I could pull together a little more organization and discipline, I could get my chores done, have time for writing and frittering, if I so desire.

I also could just write- although a morning pages idea is not realistic for me, an evening pages might work. I should just pour myself onto several pages, and then start marshalling myself to write properly.

I'm amazed at how many women are out here in blog land writing amazing blogs. Who knew? The internet, originally the domain of men, has spawned an entire generation of strong women writers, who can write from home (or wherever), and publish themselves from home, if they so choose.

Rob suggested this morning, since the house is not selling, and we are going down the drain financially waiting for it to sell, and since we are not enjoying living in two houses and having to cart ourselves home at the end of a pleasant evening, that perhaps, just maybe, we should give his tenant notice and all move into his house, at least for a while. We could continue to fix up his house, and try again in the spring to sell it.

It's a good idea. The mortgage would be manageable. The moving would be easier. The repairs are a known entity. The commuting would be easy. BUT

It's Rob's house. It used to be Rob and Sarah's house. It has been Rob's bachelor house with his 2 boys for the last 4 years. I don't know whether we each have the strength and flexibility to reduce our own need for control, and reorganize the house to become “ours”. Does the benefit of being able to live together outweigh the challenges of setting up a home together in a house which has been Rob's home for 10 years? Maybe. I'll sleep on it and let you know.