I took the day off for a quiet day of writing at home. Brad is deforesting my brother’s backyard, Kris is at school, the daughter is doing whatever gypsies do, and I thought “Bliss!”
Beautiful weather, pretty warm, everybody in the neighborhood should be at work or out enjoying the return of fall.
But ….
During last week’s snow storm, a neighbor’s tree fell over and our neighborhood professional wood-burner volunteered to clean it up for him. Jim has chosen today to process said tree.
So, here I am, trying to write to the sounds of a roaring chainsaw.
Choices!
Go to the coffee shop and fight for bandwidth and electrical outlets with everyone else? Uh, NO!- Go out and chop wood so that I feel like I’m included in the noise-making? Tempting, but NO!
- Shoot the neighbor? I could. I own guns. And any one ruining a writer’s concentrated writing day surely deserves the writer going Zelda on him. But then the world would be deprived of Jim’s wonderful presence and I would be in jail. So — nice writerly daydream, but NO, although some character will shoot Jim’s avatar in a novel sometime.
My solution?
Shooting muffs! Noise? What noise? BLISS!!!!
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