About today; I hate moving. My husband and I have spent the
last three weeks “boxing up” our house, going through EVERYTHING, getting rid
of some things, throwing others away and keeping some, so that we can downsize,
so that we can not own a house anymore, so that we can move on to the next
stage in our lives. We don’t know what that stage will be yet, but we are
excited/happy/scared about this new adventure we have embarked upon.
All this going through belongings doesn't mean I've forgotten my
current work in progress, that I’m not working on, except in my head. In fact, I miss
writing every day, yet I find this character-who is supposed to be a “secondary”-is now a constant presence every night before I go to sleep. As his story
progresses, I’m more and more intrigued with what he is telling/teaching me about himself. I think the “cleaning
out/emptying” of my home/house is helping my muse, clearing out the clutter so I can finally see/hear him. So though I am very tired most of the
time right now, and we are not by any means done, my darling muse is busy in my head while my hands are busy in
my life.
I still hate moving and all that that entails, but I am happy my muse/story seems to be profiting from this (re)arrangement...
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| Everything off the walls we want to keep, yikes! |
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| My mom behind a wall of boxes scrounged from Dollar Store recycle bins! |
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| More boxes of stuff we want to keep. |
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| Everything (from downstairs!) we are getting rid of!!!! Wow! How did we collect so much stuff??!! |
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| Our rooms might be emptying, but not my head... |
