I was rambling about the move, and how it may or may not relate to writing, age, and family, over at the Mad Genius Club this morning.
The house is nearly unpacked, saving for the boxes that are stowed in the basement, and a few boxes of miscellany that need to be sorted. I don’t know what to do with them, really. They are, largely, the contents of desk drawers. You know what I mean – all the little things that don’t really have a home, the small office supplies (I sifted through one for my stapler, for instance). The current desk doesn’t have any drawers. So… what am I to do? For now, there are boxes under my desk, which isn’t a viable long-term plan.
On the other hand (and my hands ache, which isnt’ really surprising given how much I have lifted and toted this week) I have empty cupboards. This means that our stuff did not expand to max capacity as we pulled it out of the old house, which was little, into the new one. It certainly felt like it was going to. I pulled the cork on the tiny house, and it went all bubbly. Quantum foam? Only explanation I can think of.
Thanksgiving is coming, and with it, five days off of school for me. I shall have homework, and family obligations (above and beyond the meal, which we are happily planning) but I am also hoping to get my brain into the right mode for writing. Maybe. We shall see. As I mentioned in the MGC post, plots are percolating. The trick is going to be getting my writer-brain interested in the WIP again. Which hopefully I can do.
It’s coming down a fine November rain outside. Chilly to the bone. I’m grateful I’m inside, with my children asleep in their warm beds, my husband bringing me a cup of coffee quietly, warning me as he sets it down that it’s there. I must look like I’m in a writing trance. Maybe I am, even if this isn’t fiction. It’s real life, and I think I’ll go interact with it, rather than simply transcribe it on the screen.
Later, there are appointments, and chores, and calling to order wood. Now, there is a still small moment of peace.
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Quantum Foam, also stated as, “Your belongings will expand to overfill any amount of storage space.”
For example the humble plastic shoe box. In the workshop it will easily hold your collection of random screws, but over the years it will fill up until a second plastic shoe box is needed. When my wife suggests that we could thin down the number of shoe boxes filled with miscellany in the basement, I feel the same as Gollum feels about giving up the ring.
But if I look again at the box of assorted screws, the pie chart would show that the box contains a large amount of screws that you will never use for anything, and zero screws of the size and length you need to repair something.
Best of luck in the new house!
Every garage in existence has at least one of those screwboxes, and like wire hangers they have sex and reproduce when we cannot see them
I cracked open the safe and peeked in at the silver dollar stash, those silver coins seem to have taken a vow of celibacy.
I know, the paper ones seem to take the same vow
Congrats on the successful move, and with keeping the foam to a minimum. Unfortunately, I can’t blame foam for the lack of cupboard space on this move–we went from a waaaay too large house overseas to a much more reasonable size (maybe even too small) back here. Kitchen stuff will definitely expand to fill the available space, and won’t recompress when you need it to.
Good luck with the writing!