Drat! Not another one…
Sitting down to write a first draft has become a ritual-filled routine. I begin with shutting down all the likely distractions. Cell phone- Off. Landline set on Do Not Disturb mode, and turned around so I won’t even see the orange light that tells of a message left. Silent headphones on so if anyone dares talk to me, I can point at then frantically- not now!
And then my ever-friendly mail-carrier honks his horn to let me know he’s got a package. How can I ignore Louis, who will climb up the gazillion rickety stairs to our house rather than leave a package by the garage as his predecessors used to?
Friendly Louis gone, I’m back to hunker-down mode. The words begin to flow again. I ignore my cat, the Honorable Stella Marbles, as she decides to meow at the door. Miss Marbles doesn’t give up. She gets louder and I begin to wonder why my family members call her The Quiet One. None of them let her in- too busy. She wins.
All settled again, when there’s a tap at the window. My neighbor is dropping her Thank-You Bundt cake for my watching her cats all last week. She didn’t want to leave it on the porch, you see, and well- no one was answering the door.
The real challenge, it seems, should be finding le mot juste. Instead it is a dance between keeping the words streaming in, and the door-knockers out.
I’m determined. So is the raven. Let me get in a day’s work- only this, and nothing more.