Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
—Robert Louis Stevenson
This week I’ve planted many seeds. I traveled to New Jersey, looking for a place to live, and I think hubby and I may have found our (temporary) home. Cross your fingers, because the community looks nice and tidy, the apartment is clean and neat, and the price is right. And, there should be a unit coming available soon. So, no harvest, but seeds for living planted in what looks like fertile ground.
In addition, we took time off for a train ride into NYC. It was gray, and damp. Not cold, but certainly not what most folks would call great sightseeing weather. Nonetheless, I was enchanted. Being Sunday, there were no throngs on the sidewalks, no commuter crush on the trains or subways. We wandered from New York’s Penn Station to Times Square, then found a chocolate shop and sat for a decadent hot cocoa and truffle. Then we took the subway to Central Park.
Need I go into rhapsodies over Central Park for you? One visit and I already love this place! If I could afford it, I’d live there. The energy of the city combined with the peace of a structured park made my bliss complete.
I’ll admit I was hesitant to commit to liking NYC. While I’ve been to many cities in my life, and liked most of them (at least in part), NYC has always seemed a separate beast to me–larger than life and seeming too chaotic for me to really like. But I really like. To quote Shrek, “Really really.”
During this travel and apartment hunting, it was hard to keep to my writing schedule, especially since we stayed with a friend’s mom, who had her own schedule (and issues with her internet access). And still, I planted writing seeds, too. I’d researched some ideas in the airport on the way there, and laid down a basis for a story in the quiet wee hours before our hostess rose in the morning. I prepped my next blog post, and am writing this in the airport on the way home (hello, Atlanta!). I sketched out another idea on the plane using (gasp!) a pen and a paper notebook. Good seeds all.
And I’m looking forward to my eventual harvest. According to Write 1 / Sub 1, I’ve got a story due by the end of the week. I plan to meet that goal! Gotta love fast-growing seeds. (Radish, anyone?)