Even though we are under “construction” here at Morning Street, I think I like the destruction part best. The dust in the air is like tiny renovation fairies making everything…well, sparkle. Sort of. Okay, at least the dust means the builders showed up. Decrepit shingles flying to and fro, pieces of T-111 stacked askew, gutters twisted at angles scary enough to frighten passersby at night…this is living.
Working out of the house is a challenge at best with hourly needs that include walks to the water, sustenance, and general thinking breaks. Add to that three workers hammering, sawing, and coming to the door every 28 minutes for question and answer time. Then add the neighbor’s landscaping project (I can almost touch their house if I open my window and stretch, but they have found land to scape!) and the circus has come to Morning Street. So instead of complaining, I will write about it.
I suppose renovating is another way to look at re-writes. I am sawing off lines and paragraphs, caulking together new and improved language, and ratcheting up my word count. The themes I choose are sills, the foundation upon which I place my thoughts. I am building my way to the end of a novel, my tool box is open and I still have 26 minutes until the next interruption and 55 minutes until snack time on the promenade.
Just holding it together here. What’s going on in your world?