Monday, September 15, 2008
exchanging one malaise for another…
I realized on Friday (with the help of my insightful mother) that if I’m serious about lighting my room on fire, then my real problem isn’t with my novel at all, but with the… file folders. Should this be a huge surprise? No. Not really.
So I set writing aside this weekend and focused every shred of energy on my room. I have sorted, sneezed, sweated, organized, alphabetized. I shoved all my furniture around, trapped myself in a corner for a frustrating half hour, fought off my brown recluse paranoia (sticking a hand behind a dresser or far under a bed just seems to invite malice), encountered my fair share of cobwebs, and otherwise wrestled most of my stuff into its proper place.

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