Here’s a rough, rough draft of something that’s been on my mind all week – laundry. I’ve had a huge pile in my room since the holidays. I set some time aside to do it this week, but every time I’ve checked our home’s washing machine, it’s been occupied.
I’ve also been itching to write something new and show it, even if it’s not perfect. I’ve been working on some drafts of old short stories and working on some other stuff, so this blog has kind of gone by the wayside for the past two weeks. There’s a draft I’m working on where the opening lines are just stumping me.
Drafts are never perfect, especially first drafts. I can already see things I want to revise after I post, but I think I will always see things that I want to change, even if I get lucky enough to publish stuff.
So here’s to celebrating the rough, rough drafts and imperfection.
Ode to laundry pile
Monday, just a pair of underwear and a towel, slightly damp / Tuesday, my favorite jeans after a walk on the boardwalk / Wednesday, more underwear, more t-shirts, and a pair of socks / / It’s Sunday now and you’ve outgrown your laundry basket // I’m sorry – I’ll wash you soon.