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#augustbreak: detritus

This is going to be my last August Break post, so that I can get back into writing more. But this is a wonderful way for it to end—with the old eavestroughs (US: gutters) finally coming down and new ones going up noisily around me as I type. They look like old bones scattered across the lawn. The roof being finally done is a huge milestone, and my to-do list gets shorter and shorter all the time. Note the leaves coming down from my neighbor’s tree. Maybe I can put up my autumn logo soon, after all. (Thanks, Onyi, for the idea. You have some incredible timing.)

#augustbreak: unchained

The way I complain about this move you’d think I’d never done it before. But I’ve had lots of keys in my time, and I’ve sentimentally kept them long after I should have. I tossed them on a binder, shot them, and threw them away. You can’t go back, you just can’t.

#augustbreak: inspired

I usually take a more workmanlike approach to writing than an inspired one. When I take time off here, it’s not because I’m not inspired but because the shit I have to say has been judged not suitable for internet consumption. (I’m taking steps to bring more unsuitable stuff to suitable status. More on that later.) And I’m trying to get over my aversion to inspiration as a term, even though I think it’s overused and almost trite anymore. That said, today I boxed up this book that a friend gave me years ago. She collaged the cover of a day planner, and provided a prompt for every day—one that would work for both fiction or journaling. It’s one of my most cherished possessions, and it’s responsible for some of the best writing I’ve done since I started writing online (notably one that some of you have already read). I can’t wait to tear into it when I’m settled in the new house.

#augustbreak: unboxed

I asked Dominique yesterday for an idea of what to shoot for the daily photo, and then my camera battery died so I put it off until today. One of her ideas was “the contents of the box nearest you”—which was a great prompt, because the box nearest me was not one for sealing up, but one for getting through the packing time. Letters and a birthday card and my address book and stationery and notebooks and pens, all good stuff. If I owe you a letter, it’s coming out of this stash.

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