Here’s my story for you guys for this week.
Because I’m a storyteller:
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Start innocently
Yesterday I was at the kitchen table while my husband baked a complicated type of Italian bread (in between bouts of gardening—the man’s a miracle to live with).
I was doing our monthly household bookkeeping, which I do with old-fashioned pen and paper in a big ole binder like my bookkeeper mother did and her businessman father did before her.
I do this partly because I have always done it this way and partly because I want my son to see that handling money is a tangible, three-dimensional, non-virtual thing that plays a very real part in real life (and partly because I’ve learned too many software programs and plug-ins for social media, so my brain is already full).
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Prepare your patience
Now, this bookkeeping yesterday happened to require that I cut-&-paste a tiny little piece of bookkeeping paper over something that someone (me) should not have written they way they did (in ink).
And when I say “cut-&-paste” I don’t mean click-&-drag, I mean “cut with very old and dull scissors” and “paste messily with Elmer’s Glue.” (There is of course an even more old-fashioned way to paste, but that stuff was rumored to be made out of horse hooves and tasted like peppermint. Not that I would know. That’s just what the other kids told me.)
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Assemble your tools
Bookkeeping paper isn’t difficult to find around our house. They sell it at our local art store, and I keep piles of it in a drawer in the creaky old pine hutch in our kitchen.
Elmer’s Glue isn’t difficult to find, either. Between me and my bookkeeping and my son and his zillion projects throughout childhood, there are always a few almost-empty containers of Elmer’s in the drawer in the hutch where we keep all the broken pencils and pens that don’t work.
However, Elmer’s Glue can sometimes be a little difficult to access, because of course it dries around the nozzle.
And it’s—um—glue.
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Apply force
So I sat at the kitchen table wrestling valiantly with a brand-new container of Elmer’s while my husband kneaded dough.
I didn’t want to have to ask him to open the glue for me because I actually have pretty strong wrists, and besides, you know, he bakes bread. So when I couldn’t get it open I simply concluded it was “too new” and returned it to the drawer in exchange for a container I knew for a fact I’d opened numerous times with success.
That one was stuck too.
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Take a chance
So I said brightly, “Want to see me spatter glue all over myself?” and before he could answer I whacked that thing on the edge of the table to loosen the dried glue around the nozzle.
The nozzle shot straight across the table, trailing an arc of glue from its blast zone all over my jeans and T-shirt and bookkeeping as though I’d planned it. The result was so sudden and unexpected—and yet inevitable—that it was exactly like having a literary epiphany. . .except covered in glue.
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Duck
But you don’t need me to tell you this step.
If you’ve been writing for any length of time at all, you already know about this step.
Hmm…I guess that was quite a mess. :3
We laughed so hard we actually called our son downstairs to see it. He’s a teenager—he loves enormous messes.
There is something very satisfying about making a good mess, isn’t there? Love the story. By the way, I want your writing space, it is gorgeous!
Thank you! It’s in the attic of our house. My husband built the desk and bookshelves for me by hand—I love them so.
You’re saying messes can happen on their own? That they WILL happen? I don’t have to make them on purpose anymore to vent frustration?
So…then I should just wait, and be patient, huh?
Well, it depends on your goals for your mess, Jeffrey.
When I just wait and be patient, my son handles the messes for me. Also, our cats, the wildlife in our woods, the cosmos that keeps shedding bits of itself everywhere as dust bunnies, and of course random acts of the gods. Those guys are all really good at making messes.
But none of them help me with my bookkeeping—much less my writing.
Loved laughing with you, not at you, in your messy like glue all over the place story! So descriptive and so aptly true of a writing epiphany, which I just experienced a couple of weeks ago. It was the coolest thing to come along in a while. 🙂
Thank you, Sherrey! If we don’t learn from our messes, what will we learn from?