{"id":3977,"date":"2020-02-17T21:06:54","date_gmt":"2020-02-18T05:06:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/?p=3977"},"modified":"2020-02-17T21:16:16","modified_gmt":"2020-02-18T05:16:16","slug":"time-away-at-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/?p=3977","title":{"rendered":"Time away at home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Every now and then since at least 1985, I\u2019ve given myself the gift of time away. I\u00a0leave Seattle with a few books, lots of notes, a computer, and plans to rearrange my molecules for a while to focus on the difficult work of writing. These &#8220;time aways&#8221; also allow for walking, reading, thinking, staring into space, maybe visiting an old friend or meeting someone new or maybe not seeing anyone at all, surrounded by\u00a0new scenery and a different context. I\u2019ve rented cabins and hotel rooms, stayed in friends\u2019 second homes, shared rentals with another writer friend, traded work for a little house, and a few times, even stayed in actual, official artists\u2019 residencies. With mixed success, I&#8217;ve begun trying to recreate that experience without leaving home. I remember one time the strategy worked.<\/p>\n<p>It was late summer 2015 \u2013 a perfect time-away day at home.<\/p>\n<p>After spending the first hour of the day\u00a0with necessary correspondence, I put\u00a0some notes,\u00a0my laptop, and an umbrella in a small pack and, with my pack on my back, headed out for a long walk. Despite a weather forecast of clouds and rain with a possible thunderstorm and hail, I planned to be out much of the day on a course I would\u00a0determine as I went.<\/p>\n<p>I walked just a few blocks before stopping for breakfast at a favorite neighborhood coffee shop. \u00a0Along with my breakfast, I read through past notes for what had become a gnarly piece I was working on. I&#8217;d been invited to write a short essay for publication in <i>Pacific Standard<\/i>as one of a series of columns on the future of work. My first draft had been returned by the editor with comments that made me know I should just start over. After studying my notes and finishing my coffee, I headed out.<\/p>\n<p>Part-way through the longer next leg of my walk, the sun began to prove\u00a0the forecast wrong.\u00a0What a gift! After a couple of miles down steep, winding streets and views of the Cascade mountains,\u00a0I stopped for coffee at a tiny place where I\u00a0struggled to find a new path through the ideas in my notes.\u00a0I didn\u2019t actually pull out my computer to begin a new draft, but with my notes and a pen and paper, I found at least a preliminary\u00a0place to begin and went outside again. The sun had taken over completely as I headed down the hill attracted by a set of stairs I hadn\u2019t tried before and then turned straight east toward the Washington Park Aboretum.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_3980\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3980\" style=\"width: 299px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-3980\" src=\"http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/Walk-of-3-23-17new-2-9-2-.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"299\" height=\"207\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/Walk-of-3-23-17new-2-9-2-.png 611w, http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/Walk-of-3-23-17new-2-9-2--300x208.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 299px) 100vw, 299px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3980\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A map of my walk<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Just before reaching the park, I stopped at a cafe\/coffee shop for lunch. I fiddled with my notes as I ate, but forced myself to sit there until I had begun a revised version. By the time I walked out, clouds had covered the sky and the rain had begun. Umbrella up, I headed into the Arboretum and followed\u00a0a trail along\u00a0the west edge that I hadn\u2019t walked before, with\u00a0tall straight pines at the\u00a0start and large holly trees toward the end. My wet walk through the woods ended at yet another bakery\/cafe just outside the park entrance. Over another cup of coffee and a treat, I made good progress in the writing, at least getting some good thoughts into a document on my computer. Sheets of rain came\u00a0down while I worked.<\/p>\n<p>A little later, bright sun pulled me outside again, this time to walk an almost straight line home. My earlier straight-line walk to the Arboretum had been level; this one definitely was not. My quick estimate of the elevation gain on just one\u00a0of many blocks \u2013 and a short one, at that \u2013 was about 65 feet, though it felt like a 45 degree angle. After I got home, the energy the walk had given me continued, and I worked for another hour or so.<\/p>\n<p>As the day ended, my writing was far from finished, but this new draft gave me the bones of a version that the editor ultimately accepted with only a few suggestions and small revisions. The piece, titled &#8220;Unpaid, in Spite of Their Value,&#8221; considered the work of artists and other often unpaid workers. It began with a quote from economist Marilyn Waring: \u201cI sit as artists have sat for centuries, laboring unpaid. Yet I am sure this is work. I am sure it is productive, and I hope it will be of value.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>It was during one meandering leg of my long walk after a stretch of determined struggle with the essay that Waring&#8217;s words occurred to me and helped shape the piece. The day also convinced me that interesting places to walk\u00a0and let my mind wander are valuable to the way I think and that I can sometimes find the discipline to create a satisfying time away at home.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3982\" src=\"http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/Red-dot.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"16\" height=\"15\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>Notes<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Unpaid, in Spite of Their Value&#8221; can be found here at <i>Pacific Standard\u00a0<\/i>(originally posted 11\/3\/15) and a slightly revised version on my website <a href=\"https:\/\/psmag.com\/economics\/the-future-of-work-unpaid-in-spite-of-their-value http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/?p=200\">here.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>The quote from Marilyn Waring comes from the first paragraph of her 1989 book, <i>If Women Counted: A New Feminist Economics.<\/i><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2595\" src=\"http:\/\/www.annefocke.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/cropped-9099-Logo-red_D-nick-square-smaller.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"35\" height=\"35\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every now and then since at least 1985, I\u2019ve given myself the gift of time away. 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