So, I’m sitting at my desk dunking gingersnaps into my tea
and trying to work on a story for my new blog, Fat Tuesdays (www.cheesecakeandprose.wordpress.com).
Okay, that’s not entirely true. The gingersnap-dunking part
is true, the work part…not so much. I *do* have a piece that I’m working on,
but I’m being a bit of a procrastinator – funnily enough, the story is about a
poet who can’t get past his distractions. The problem is I can’t seem to get
past my own distractions.
I know I’m decent writer – or, at least, that I write well –
I just need to write *more*. I regularly read a lot of blogs (partially for
inspiration, but mostly for enjoyment/amusement/edification) and I find myself
wondering why *I* can’t be so prolific.
(Then I stop to play a quick round of solitaire and run
downstairs to grab more cookies)
I think part of my problem may be the fact that I still
haven’t fully acclimated to life in Kenya.
Moving to a different country and building a new life is not the easiest thing
to do when you’re in your forties. And not having a job/steady source of income
– or even a regular, set schedule – does not help matters.
As far as my writing is concerned, I’m used to the American
café culture: after you've found a favorite coffee shop or two, you make a routine of grabbing your laptop and meeting
up with a writing friend to get some work done. That kind of culture doesn’t really exist in Nairobi.
At least, as far as quaint, neighborhood cafes go.
...or, at least, not as far as I've been able to find.
I *think* I may be able to accomplish something close to it with Fat Tuesdays...I'm just not sure yet.
The problem now is simply the writing…
