I’m done. Finally. You’d think that working from home would give me plenty of time for house cleaning, but that’s not been my reality. What with the stress of trying to find full-time work combined with my own writing goals and attempts at expanding my freelance business, vacuuming and dusting are low on my priority totem pole. But today I just got so fed up with the mess that I was determined to give my place a thorough cleaning or else!
So I made a pot of coffee in the vintage yellow Empire coffee percolator (I even have the original box that it came in – forget it, any of you collectors out there; don’t even ask cuz I’m not selling) I took from my dad’s apartment when my sister and I were clearing it out, selected a book from the three I am currently in the process of reading and picked a room to start in, which happened to be the bedroom only because I could write my name in the dust of my writing desk.
The coffee and the book are bribes. I usually limit myself to one cup of coffee, even during the weekend. Since I’m the only one drinking it, the purpose of making multiple cups of coffee is self-explanatory. My friend CM recently introduced me to The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, a series of books comparable to Harry Potter but different in all the important ways (the protagonist is a human (mundane) 15-year old girl; the setting is New York; and she’s not an orphan). For every 25 minutes of cleaning, I would take a book break and read about Clary and her adventures with Jace and the gang.
Anyway, by the time I hit the couch to watch The Borgias and then Mad Men, the place was shiny and new again. And Clary is dreaming that she’s dancing with Simon by a fountain.