Archive for November 2009


November 25, 2009

I’ve heard there’s many stages people go through with a relocation. There’s usually a honeymoon period of six months, after which time it all comes crashing down… And what happens then? You realize you’re in a new reality. You start to think about the place you left behind. You miss people from before like mad.

I’m not sure. I just know that for me, it’s been just over three months. And today, I’m looking around that corner towards the crash. Because it’s true, so far, at least; I feel elated! I love my life here! If that’s not a honeymoon period, I guess you could also call it contentedness. Is that a word? Not sure. I just know, that if history is any indication, I’m due for a crash.

Now I’m not a pessimistic person (my husband would disagree, but he’s the loving and unfortunate person who gets to see the good, bad AND the ugly sides of me!), but I do know that elation only lasts so long. It does come back, but come on, we’re all human! We should never kid ourselves into believing we’re happy now, so we’ll be happy every day into the future!

Never mind. For now, I feel great. And if it’s nothing more than part of a process of this relocation, then so be it. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts, and I’ll write about it so I always remember how great it is to feel this way.

First of all, I feel healthy. I’ve been walking my kids to and from school, pulling them in a sleigh or on the GT snowracer. And I’ve discovered belly dancing! Crazy but true, and you know, it’s one of the best workouts I’ve had in recent years, and I had to move to a remote northern location to discover it.

Second, my kids are thriving here. They each enjoy school, they have nice friends (both easy things in preschool and Kindergarden… I will have to remember these blissful years later on when they’re crying over their arithmetic, like I did as a kid!).

Third, we’re so far removed from everything else – shopping malls, families pulling us in different directions, demands of old friends and trips to visit people far enough away that it’s an effort to get there, but close enough that it would be lazy and stupid to not make that effort to visit.

So I’m going to get back to my novel-writing (I have just over 6,000 words left to go to reach 50,000 by the end of this week! No prob!), and make sure that this happy feeling is accompanied by something concrete, some sort of accomplishment I will have in three more months time to look at and say, if I can do that, I can do anything!

Relocation and Procrastination

November 13, 2009

I am halfway through my first NaNo. Or almost. That sounds like some kind of alien experience – and it is, in a way; especially when it’s your first time! But no, it’s an earthly form of self-torture that hundreds of thousands of wanna-be writers, from all parts of Earth, inflict upon themselves. Or ourselves. It’s a challenge to write a 50,000- word novel during the 30 days of the second-last month of the year. Today is Friday, November 13, 2009. As I said, halfway through National Novel Writing Month. And I’m procrastinating by starting a blog.

I just got my “pep talk” for week two (I am grateful to Maureen Johnson for that, one of the writers assigned to send out these regular pep talks to NaNo participants periodically throughout the month), and it’s SO TRUE that I am, in fact, in the middle of the story – the biggest, hugest, most intimidating part. I’ve had great ideas up until now, I’m getting to know my characters, and all of a sudden BLAM I’m in an empty place kinda like a desert with no water. Trying to find the oasis. And so, instead of trying to get back to my story, I’m writing about writing about it.

I find myself in a no-man’s land in more ways than one right now. I relocated earlier this year from a place close to my children’s grandparents, close to the friends my husband and I cherish, close to the landscape I’ve known most of my life. We are now living in a small, somewhat remote community in a northern part of Canada. The shadows are long by 3:30, when I pick my children up from school. We’ve been building snowmen and tobogganing for more than a month now. We have settled into our new home during the last three months (we moved in August) more smoothly than I thought possible. Still, I sometimes look up at the sky and wonder, am I really living here?

I had intended to start blogging about “relocation” months ago. This whole year – since January ’09 when my husband was approached by the upper echelons in his company to make this move (back then I said “there’s no way in h*** I’m moving THERE!” And yet, here we are) – has been about this move, and I felt I had an infinite amount of material to write about on the topic of relocation. But then I got distracted, first by the sadness of leaving our own home, then by the business of the move itself, then by the process of settling into our new home and making new friends, and finally, by NaNo – and so, here I am, blogging and procrastinating from my real work. And introducing myself to the wonderful world of blogging.

But now, my characters are calling to me to get them out of the purgatory I left them in as of last night, and back into some sort of action. And I will heed the call, and eventually get back to my blog on relocation.