I don’t know how things work in your household, but I’m partial to clearing all of the spider webs away the week before Halloween and my ‘spring cleaning’ seems to be a year long endeavor. It is St. Patrick’s Day and this is the first year in many that I could be planting peas, but since I don’t know where the fence and the new raised beds will be–exactly–I’m not going to be doing that, though I may hunt down some troughs and plant some on the patio ala Chyo when I go shopping tonight.
This morning I took the Buffalo News out to the bench and had coffee with fresh air. I’ve missed being able to do that. The red oak and the beech are each letting go of their leaves, so spring really did come early this year–just as the rodent predicted on the 2nd of February.
The door of the refrigerator was cleaned and cleaned of out dated condiments today. A load of socks is in the dryer. I don’t like doing socks or cleaning out the refrigerator door, but I do those things first, to get the unpleasantness out of the way, then the rest of the task seem to go easier. I wish it were that way for writing.
Don’t get me wrong; sometimes, all I want to do is re-write, but as a general concept, not so much. And I can’t revise a story I haven’t written and first drafts–while fun– are rarely one’s best work. So I’m left doing things the way I don’t like to do them when it comes to writing. Until there is a time machine, I have to save the hard part for last and rewrite and revise after the fun part is over.
I think it’s time to sort the socks… Happy Spring!