you should see my desk (no, don't): putting the final touches on a proposal

In 2009, I started work on a book of nonfiction.  I wrote it all one way, but it was the wrong way, so I put it aside.  Put every last tidbit of the thing aside.  In big plastic bins, in multiple desktop files, in corners of my mind, it was gone—whoosh.  Gone.  I waited a year.  (Scars have to heal.)  And then I began again.

I now have a 50-page proposal on my desktop, along with dozens of books, hundreds of clothespinned pages, many flowery file folders, and a glass of two-day-old water.  It looks like the wind blew through.  It looks like something's cooking.  It looks like it's time to call this day an actual day.


Tomorrow I will wade in here and see what damage I have done.