Moving, Part Two

(Refer to Moving, Part One if you wish but you don’t have to)…

I purged great mounds of files during the move.  And I feel lighter as a result.  All that dust and paper, all that history which is recorded elsewhere, all the sticky notes and new legal pads with one page written on — all gone, shredded into oblivion.  I found a sticky note under my desk that I’d written on and dated August, 1999.  That’s just one insight into the job I had before me and how crowded my office was with gobs of similar forgotten pieces of thoughts.  I will be a leaner and cleaner me here in the new pad.  I swear… 

All the furniture survived unscathed.  The guest bedroom is still piled high with boxes of books.  I unpack at my own pace.  I’ll be in San Diego this coming weekend with Mr. Luke and then he’ll be here the following weekend.  This is the best thing to happen to me since the last best thing happened. 

I’m back into the new novel and it’s changed quite a bit due to painful yet dynamic literary changes in my bio family life.  I will say this, without giving a single thing away from the new novel — family members don’t realize how much pain they create and hang onto in spite of being able to take a breath and let the emotions fly like saucers.  Alas, I’m catching all the breathless moments as if they had been thrown to me.  I’m a great catcher. 

So the moving chapter is over and the settling in chapter begins.  It doesn’t get any better than this. 

Now, let’s impeach Bush and Cheney.  We are as close to a dictatorship in this country as we ever have been. 

One Response to “Moving, Part Two”

  1. Luke Says:

    Hi David,
    Whew! You did it. What a helpful, healthy purge it was too. You may now proceed to Part two, the life. Keep catching and thanks for playing.
    Love, Mr. Luke.

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