There’s No Place Like Home

30 Days of Development: Lindsay is writing every day for thirty days, and submitting every day for thirty days, and blogging about it every day for thirty days. Whew! Can she do it? Stay posted….


Writing: Nano-play and to the end of the first act with Beauty and the Bee.

Thoughts: Yesterday was so long and so concentrated, that it was a foregone conclusion that today would be less so. Took a long time to get moving today. Lots of surfing….. meandering….. ambling…..A lot of time looking up Oatmeal Raisin cookie recipes. Why? Because. Duh.

Thankfully (or not depending on how you look at it) I have enough of a guilt complex that I don’t often avoid work for too, too long. I think it comes from working at home. Working at home requires a fair amount of self motivation. There’s no defined day, or office, or boss to tell me to get my work done. I have to be the instigator. Although, needing to pay a mortgage can fit that bill.

I love it though. I love the commute. I love my corner office with the big windows and the natural light streaming through. It makes me feel a part of the world, and yet there’s a great sense of solitude. I love being able to get real air whenever I want (try that in an office). I love the breathtaking quiet. In the fall, you can hear the leaves hitting the asphalt.

I really love having undefined hours, the thing that drove me crazy about temping was that I had to get up and be somewhere (fighting through hoards of sullen subway commuters) at THIS TIME. Go now! Be there now! You are a failure if you’re not at your desk now, now, now!

Some days I start at seven-thirty, some days it’s noon. A lot of times end up working on various things for much longer than an average day. I also run and do yoga, which takes up time. It’s nice to not have to get up at the crack of dawn to get those things in. I’m looking forward to the winter where we usually run at noon – makes for a great, head clearing, midday break.

Home is where my heart is. It’s where I like to be, it’s where I like to return to. It’s my haven, my retreat, my rock, my place.

Today, it took a long time to get the crank turning, but all in all not bad. I’m thrilled to have finished a semblance of a first draft of the first act of the Bee play. Hopefully I’ll be able to use my travel times to crank out a shell for the rest. We’ll see. It’s always wait and see….

Submission: Full length Underground to Little Festival of the Unexpected in Portland. Funnily enough, it’s right on topic. Underground is all about the cosmic life of people who ride the subway. The opening is an abstract hell of what the morning commute is like. ‘The world can be seen like a can of sardines…..”

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Lindsay Price