It seems writing has taken a backseat these days. People talk about white space and margins, and by the time I’ve done the things I need to do, combined with some extra things I’d like to do, it hasn’t left me much margin for writing.
I got discouraged a while back, and after that point, I “set the pen down”. Too many revisions, too many rejections, not enough reward for the hours caused me to take a step back and say, “You know, I think I’m going to be done for a while.”
So I ripped up our living room carpet, in anticipation of getting some dark, wood-looking, laminate floors. We’d gone to visit my sister-in-law, and while we were there, I became a fan of her Norwex dry-mop. All I needed was laminate flooring. For months I’ve been bringing home the samples of flooring from Menards. Long story short, we decided we didn’t have the money right now, but that was after I’d already thrown out the carpet.
My husband was like, “I don’t know, what if we just leave it like this?” I looked at the floor and kinda liked the idea. Even Ma Ingalls never had it this good. As different as we are on some things, neither one of us were raised as fancy-type people, and I don’t even know what I mean when I say that, except to say that we’re the type of people who would both, for the most part, be fine with just leaving our living room floor as plywood.
The reward is there at least.