Well, the wintery cold weather that is; I on the other hand am meandering up that hill like the little engine that could, but with noted less enthusiasm. Having completed the draft of my beloved novel a few weeks ago I’m struggling to find the strength to tackle the edits and rewrites like a champ. Instead I spend my days shooting the shit more or less in like of a chimp.
After an inspiring conversation last week with another writer over mid-morning tea I went through my closets and threw away tons of old junk that I’ve been avoiding. During this cleaning event several bags of trash went out. A suitcase full on unused and old clothes sits waiting for me to drag down to the Salvation Army this week. I turned my “junk drawer” (a habit I learned from my mother) into a usable draw. The additional space has completely changed the relationship I have with my dresser. Instead of clothes stuffed to the edges everything has a place which makes finding things much faster. I now have full use of my double closets; my books are all in one place along with my writing journals, short stories, print-outs and drafts of manuscripts. Oh, and under my bed has reverted back to its main job – collecting dust.
This lovely writer, an avid practitioner of Feng Shui, told me that when we throw out old things and junk we make space in our life for clarity and the new. Well boy oh boy do I need new things! I need a new apartment, a new laptop, a new man, a new sense of health and well-being, new money, and a new bolt of energy to complete the edits and rewrites of my novel, Strange Hell’s. Does five grocery bags of trash and junk and a suitcase of old stuff make enough room to fit all that new that I’m demanding?
One thing is for sure, the cold blistery weather moved right in once I threw all that old shit out. Sorry folks.
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