April 7, 2008 • Print This Post
Arggh! I’m trying to put my house on the market. I know. I couldn’t pick a worse time, but there you have it.
Of course, first I had to de-clutter. What? Give up all those ideas in progress that I keep hardcopy for carrying to dentist’s offices, airports, etc. when I don’t want to carry my lap top?
Okay done. And only a few tears. Amazing how much paper a writer can accumulate. And I’m pretty Green. Recycle everything. Still, there were boxes of papers.
And the books. There’s always the library and fortunately I have a good book exchange that appreciated them.
Then there was the cosmetic work, and the floors to be sanded, and the painting, oh and the new carpet in the basement.
Yowser. Who knew?
For the last three weeks, my office has been sharing space with a skill saw and a generator (very noisy) and various tools and cans and tubes of stuff. When not in use, my computer and printer are covered with a plastic sheet and a tarp. Even checking email has become an elaborate ritual.
But being a writer, do I despair? Well, maybe just a few expletives deleted and then I’m thinking, what a great scene. . . . Hmm . . .what if . . . .
Posted by Gemma Bruce @ 6:34 am • Filed under: Gemma Bruce
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We sold a house a little over a year ago. It is amazing how much work there was to do, even tho we’d only lived in it for seven and one half years.
Whoa–a lot on your plate, Gemma! Hang in there
Best of luck in getting everything done and the horrific letting go of papers. *g* (I’m a paper pack-rat, you know the “never know, it might come in handy” mentality.)