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.

Today, then, I’m back to writing, and I feel much better about the book and the progress I’ve made. A crazy, messed-up room was truly the culprit. Glancing over my most recent plan, I realized that I only have ten more scenes to spruce up before I can move on and tackle Part Three… so that’s good news!

Only trouble now? The movie marathon that I played in the background (while sorting, sneezing, etc.) seemed to feature—by pure coincidence—London and/or Christmastime. So now I’m mimicking Emma Thompson, longing for gingerbread, and missing the sight of the Tower Bridge.

At least that’s more bearable than file folder grumpiness…—jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 09/15 at 03:34 PM
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