|My art room (which also doubles as the laundry room) all|
tidied and ready to create.
I reclaimed the space yesterday. It was the one thing I planned for spring break. I'm too embarrassed to share a before photo with you...but this is how it looks right now, because I just took the photo. (The washer and dryer are on the opposite wall and a long table with three work spaces is on the right wall. As I was taking the photo, all three kids followed me to see what I was doing. Sam said, "I think it's a good day for art."
"Most definitely," Steph said.
"That's just what I was thinking," added Hannah.
Me too. This morning I finished the final chapter for Celebrating Writers. That might sound like the project is finished, but it's not. Christi and I have to finish collecting all the good stuff for teachers to use to make writing celebrations a little easier in their classrooms. Things like response sheets and invitations and letters to parents informing them of celebrations. Still, I met the goal for today -- to finish the chapters.
Which means I have time to create -- in the next 24 hours I'm going to see how many stories from my ordinary life I can document via scrapbooks pages or miniBOOKS. Do you want to wager a guess? Stephanie thinks 20. Hannah thinks 17. Sam guesses 100. Andy wagers 10. I'm not sure. Lots.
What does all this have to do with writing?
As I was organizing yesterday, I realized how sometimes we just have to take time to clean out the piles and stacks and junk that collects around the edges of our lives. Our writing lives are no different. I collect lots of ideas. My head is constantly brimming with snippets of words, twirling images, and possibilities for projects. A lot of junk can collect. And a lot of it is good. But if it just piles and is never sorted, I can feel overwhelmed as a writer.
In fact, before this week I was feeling overwhelmed. All the slicing left little time for me to think. I spend a lot of time just thinking. Reflecting. Sorting. Organizing. It's nothing people can see, but it is an integral part of my writing life. Earlier this week I reread four notebooks and several files for the YA project I put on hold when Hannah & Steph's adoption story mutinied my writing life. Just like the physical space of the art room, the space in my brain that holds thoughts and ideas and whims for writing projects needed tidied.
I have a renewed energy for not only this specific project, but writing in general. How about you? Does your writing life need tidied a little?