Brooke at by the brooke emailed me last week and asked if I would consider participating in a Blog Hop.
Quick backstory here: Brooke and I met because she discovered my blog through a write up on E’s nursery, realized I lived nearby, and then (nicely, and not at all creepily) stalked me online before making contact. In her initial email she told me that she connected with the way we were raising our girls, and she wondered if she might ask me some more questions – about daycares and schools and pediatricians. I often feel like I’m not always excelling at this monumental (and often trying) task of child-growing, and so when she reached out to me and asked – well, it was about the nicest compliment I’ve ever received. I’ve been trying my best to repay the favor ever since.
She told me the blog hop was about my writing process, but that I was free to expand a bit upon that and talk about my creative process in various things. Which was generous of her, because I feel a bit like I’m cutting into a line of real-deal writers. The kind of writers with PhD’s and professorships – the kind of writers that say “Hey, I think I’m going to sit down and write a novel this month.” And they do. I, on the other hand, say “Hey, I think I’m going to sit down and write a blog post tonight after the kids are in bed,” and then I fall asleep in the middle of a chapter in our latest Ramona read. And so I don’t.
But I agreed to do it because, why not? I like to run with a theme, and lately my only themes around here have been work / study / sleep. So here goes nothing.
What am I working on?
There are two ways I could answer this question. Reality. And the reality that exists only within my head.
Reality first. I’m working on work (a lot) and studying (a whole lot). I’m also minimally working at posting on this blog because I love it and I miss it when I’m away. Outside of that, for about another seven weeks, I’m not working on anything else. Last week I actually did a tremendous amount of writing at work, which is slightly out of the ordinary from the regular practice of architecture. I’ve been working on an in-depth analysis for the biology department of a local university, and the resulting document feels like a dissertation.
The reality that exists in my head: Ahhhh, this is so much more fun. I’m working on a lot. If you’ve been here awhile, then you know this already, but the title of this blog has two meanings. It’s quite literal in its reference to the third story of our old house, as we have written quite a bit over the years about the full gut renovation of our 130 year old house. And it’s also quite literal in its reference to the residents of the third story of our house – I write a lot about what my girls do, up there in their attic bedrooms and beyond. But beyond just the reporting of those aspects of our lives, this blog really references the things that I have floating about in my own head, my own “attic”. My mind rarely stops, and I’ve found over the years that offloading some of the jumble upstairs into this place helps me. Even if it results in a blog that’s about a jumble of things.
So what I’m working on in my head:
My holiday card idea. Next week’s dinner menu. Future blog posts. Teaching myself to sew again. Our new kitchen, garden room addition and landscape plan! (This is going in fast forward mode as soon as my tests are complete.) And there’s also my secret children’s book idea (story and illustrations) that I’ve been working on in my head for at least ten years.
How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Since most of my writing these days is on this blog, I guess I’ll talk about blogs in general. I sometimes think of this blog as an online journal, but I do work at writing in a manner that is a little more polished than just a stream of random thoughts and ideas. I’m particular about spelling and grammar and editing, but that certainly doesn’t mean I’m perfect at it. My dad used to proofread all my papers when I was in school because he’s very good at it. I continued sending him copies of all my papers when I went away to college and graduate school. I know it’s just a little blog, but if I had the option to have one extra set of eyes to review my work, I would. Not to clean up content necessarily, but just because I’m one of those people that can get distracted by grammatical errors and lose the point of the piece as a result.
I write for myself, but I love the interactions through comments. I read them all, and frequently respond. My audience is me, but once I hit ‘publish’ a little bit of that changes, and I’m okay with that. I have zero interest in blogging as a career, or blogging for companies or corporations. My favorite comment to receive on a written assignment for school was “I like your voice. I appreciate your voice.” I like my writing voice, as amateur and unpolished as it might be, and I work hard to keep it my own. I do value the connections I’ve made through my blog, and I’m encouraged and grateful for those other independent voices out there.
Why do I create what I do?
I create because I really have no choice. I cannot stop the ideas in my head; the light in the attic never turns off. I constantly have to work at tempering my expectations because I simply can’t tackle them all. I’ve learned that I have to really limit my exposure to all of the visual media out there because it’s overwhelming. I fell like I generate enough visual media in my own head that needs moderating and filtering. If I had to name one skill or talent that I most appreciate, it would be my ability to look at a something (a piece of paper, an event, a problem, a story) and know exactly what I can do with it. Free time is my biggest challenge – but I’m sometimes amazed at what I can accomplish between 10pm and midnight.
How does my writing process work?
I never just sit down and start writing. I mull things over in my head, composing them in complete sentences and paragraphs. When no one is around (like in the car or the shower) I say those sentences out loud. Then I write. I used to be an avid note maker, and I absolutely adored the formal process of making a writing outline. Whenever I had flexibility within my college and graduate school schedules, I filled those classes with comparative literature and writing courses. If I had had more time and more money, I would have happily stretched out my studies a little longer to take more classes like those. I’m good with structure.
Since my free time and free space are so limited, I’ve adapted this by compiling the notes and the outlines in my head. I have a clear structure in mind when I start, and the words come out quickly. I’m a fast reader, and a faster writer. I used to write more at night, but for the most part I’ve stopped that. My evenings are for family, and also for sleep. If I start writing at night, I keep writing, and before I know it it’s ridiculously late. Now I write in the morning, in a smaller chunk of time. I work well with deadlines, especially self-imposed ones. Occasionally I’ll finish a post, but I’m afraid to hit ‘publish’. I’ll let it sit, I’ll think about it on my way into work, I’ll grab a cup of coffee, reread it one last time and let it go.
When my girls were little and were frustrated, they’d often act out in physical ways. We would remind them gently to “Use their words.” I still think that’s the most valuable lesson I can teach them, and I try to model it myself each day. Quite simply, I adore words.
…..
Even though I had to think a minute about whether or not I wanted to participate in this little question and answer exercise, I did not have to think very long about the person I would tag next. I’m passing the baton to one of my favorite blog voices, Lauren of CrumbBums. I’m pretty sure she first posted a comment on a Bumbershoot post of mine, and not too long after that we both found ourselves recovering from difficult surgeries at the same time. We encouraged each other daily across the blog lines, and now we maintain our own friendship by frequenting the exact same places in this city without actually ever meeting up in person.
She writes about music and fashion and living simply and richly. She loves good food and good gardens and good playgrounds. She adores her friends and her neighborhood and her husband and her three adorable (mostly shoeless) boys. Her writing feels like a brief moment of meditation in my busy day; I like her words.
I’m glad Brooke found your blog and has shared it on her blog. I think if Young House Love and By the Brooke were to merge, this blog would be the result. Which is probably why I now blog stalk you!
Though I’m not sure I can like you too much if you’re already thinking about Holiday card ideas. But I do look forward to reading about it despite the anxiety it will bring like walking into a Macy’s with Christmas decorations in, well, September.
Caroline recently posted…Tunnel to Towers Run
Thanks!
I seriously despise the early start of the holidays, but my card thing is sort of a different thing. I think about it all year long, and it never feels like Christmas in July.
Not stalkers, just quiet friends.
“I adore words” is going on the list of possible tatoos. I like the “quiet friends” description, because I have been know to reference, “my friend in St. Louis,” before I remember that I just blog stalk…
You made my Monday.
I preface a lot of conversations with my husband in a similar way. “My friend in U.City, my friend in N.C., my friend in Australia…” Which at least is more variety than the way I used to start every single conversation, “So, I heard this on NPR today…”
I read your blog all the time but rarely comment. I am the person to whom math comes ease, words not so much (I’m a former engineer and current math teacher). I envy your way with words, your creativity, and your ability to juggle it all. To do those Christmas cards would be a delight for me, but teaching consumes my time. One day I always say. Until then, I will take inspiration from you.
Thanks so much. Would you like to come over and help me out with my current studying? My next exam is Structures, and even though I made A’s in my classes way back when, it’s been 20 years since I’ve done moment diagrams and calculated deflection in beams. Yikes.
I think this might be my 15th year for my card tradition. I was counting back years to Structures classes , and then started counting to my first card, the year before I got married. We’ll be married 14 years in a few weeks.
Time flies.
Structures….shudder…I did not get As and thus why I am a Planner. 🙂 Your writing and projects and family and life are just as lovely as you are. So glad you share your attic with us.
Yeah, I’m a little nervous.