My Habitat

Do you know that place you see in a movie with that milky translucent plastic hanging up everywhere and covering the counters and the doors and the walls and you just know whoever lives there is going to be murdered? That’s where I am right now. Add in the sound of sledgehammers smashing into the floor and shattering tile and you’ve got it exactly right.

Repairs from the big flood are still going on. I guess this can be seen as a metaphor for the revision process in writing, but mostly it’s just distracting. I chewed a whole pack of gum in four minutes. Tile shards are everywhere, and the dog didn’t listen to me when it was time for it to go outside and instead alternated between trying to herd me and running away from me.

I am trying to edit in a murder house.


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