I wanted to share something that just made me laugh – out loud when I am alone in my apartment like a madwoman.
For those who don’t know, I was planning to travel up to New York City this weekend to see some friends. Then things happened, one after another, and my plans got cancelled. My solution was to sequester myself from society and take a stab at a productive weekend. So far, this has resulted in a few very surface-deep paragraphs, a flimsy PowerPoint presentation I’m putting together for work… And utter chaos in my house!
Check out the state of my kitchen counter:
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Note: Empty glass, leftover blooming tea leaves, empty bag of sandwich bread, can of artichoke hearts, random bottle of Teriyaki Island Dressing, CVS-brand sanitizing wipes, large knife. Apparently I also have a weird propensity for balancing spoons horizontally in my kitchen.
So for all you writers who feel bad about trashing your place in the creative process, please know that there is at least one person out there (me) who does it worse.
(Reminds me of the first story in Nam Le’s The Boat, where the narrator casually stashes a bottle of Hennessy as he leads his visiting father into his apartment. But, Mr. Le certainly gave his situation a classier introduction than I can.)
