As soon as my mother found out what I was doing (threw out four bags of clothes clutter) she went into panic mode. I think if it were possible she'd turn her living room into a walk-in-closet for every outfit she's had since 1980. That's what happens when you're raised dirt-poor: you can't bear to let anything go -- especially clothes.
Anyway, I've been popping iron supplements like crazy for the past two weeks and I think that's where I'm getting this extra boost of energy. Not minding it a bit. It's great! Not only does my apartment look great, I'm sleeping better and I'm revving up my creativity in the meantime. By the time I'm ready to settle back down with edits, I'll be raring to go.
Goal for now: a few odds and ends to pick up/put away and then prepare for sleep.
Excerpt from Orchids for Roses:
Jane’s mouth puckered as if she’d bitten into something sour. "The fire chief told me today that the fire was deliberately started in the basement with matches and dirty clothes.""I figured at much," Victor said, staring down at his sneakers. "This is my fault.""You set the fire?" Jane laughed. It was sharp and short."Worse," he admitted. "I fell asleep during my shift.""Victor." She pushed aside the stack of files, folded her hands and stared directly into his face. He tried not to squirm under her direct gaze. Jane had a good heart, but she was a strict disciplinarian with both the boys and the staff. "No one blames you.""I blame me.""No, I blame myself." She sighed. "I knew you needed time off, but it was my selfishness that wouldn’t let you go.""That doesn’t absolve me from - ""Just shut up," she snapped. "You’re only one man. One with a martyr complex.""Jane - ""Go home, Vic. Even Superman had his Fortress of Solitude." A small smile wobbled its way to her thin lips. "Find yours."
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