It is really tough having two separate careers. This last (Sept) month, I have been busting my butt at my new day job. I love my new job and everyone, both staff and clients, have been totally awesome. Unfortunately, I am exhausted when I come home from work.
But today is my Friday! Yes, that’s a three day weekend (every other weekend) when I don’t have an event to do for me! I know I kneed to write a lot more. I feel a story itching up my back, just waiting to be told. On top of all that, hockey season just began and that might mean that after getting down the key points of a whole separate universe, I might head back to work on volume 2 of Fire and Ice. I see many nights of watching the game for inspiration. I might just head back over to the practice rink on one of these days off for “inspiration” too. If I do, I’ll try to take a few pix for any Flyers fans out there.
I have to say, heading over the the practice rink, that opens the doors to the fans for free, has really helped. Just getting some of the sensations of being at the rink, the smells, the sounds have really inspired me. Yes, indoor ice smells differently. I cherish the smell almost as much as I do when I smell that chlorine smell of a pool. Then you feel the cold. It is a welcome cold as you sit down. The thing that always surprises me when I get rink side seats, either at an open practice or a game, is when the players get on the ice. There is a breeze that comes from the ice from the guys skating. I like this little surprise, knowing the power behind what they do as they skate.
Don’t even get me going about the sound of the blades across the ice.
As a little girl, I wanted to be a figure skater, like Dorothy Hamill. Part ballerina and part fairy who danced upon the ice. I so wanted to be those ladies who danced magically on the ice.
But why hockey? Hockey has become a passion of mine. I love the sport. I hate it when the boys get hurt, regardless of the team. Knowing that someone’s career could be over in seconds kills me. Knowing that some of these boys, many who are barely above the drinking age here, who get a possibly career ending injury make me just want to bring them all home and cook them dinner.
So, tomorrow’s another day and that brings another game. I can’t wait to cheer on my boys and see what kind of story they tell me over the season.