Domesticating A Writer
I am many things, but I’m not domestic. Sure, my inner Martha Stewart raises her hydra head every now and again (maybe once a year if she’s been nurtured properly) but it’s not normal for me. This morning I had to get up extra early because we had the Comcast guy come to the house to fix an Internet issue. (He’s still there and it’s almost two hours later, btw.) So I’m walking around the house and I’m noticing dust and just how much I really need to do some spring cleaning. The dust is something you don’t really see at night. Not to mention when I get home from the day job I often just eat then get to writing. It’s not my first inclination to go around the house dusting or washing or whatever.
I don’t know what it is but there are some things that are just not the highest priority for me. One of those things is cleaning. Sure – we always try to make sure the house looks uncluttered and we vacuum regularly (we have to with the cats). We also clean the carpets regularly. The bathrooms and kitchen always get a once over on a regular basis. We do laundry and run the dishwasher several times a week. But other than that – real thorough cleanings happen maybe once or twice a year. I haven’t really given the house a good spit-shine since Yule 2010. I prioritize differently than most people and I wonder if other writers are like this, too.
Now don’t get me wrong. If the house is absolutely filthy I fall into a stalemate until it gets cleaned up. I’ve always been that way. So I think starting this weekend I’m going to go room to room and start cleaning from one edge to the next. I think I’ve hit my threshold for how much clutter and dust I can handle. I’m in the mood to start simplifying. This means throwing shit away. I think I’m going to start in the kitchen-family room, work my way into the dining room, then move to the living room, then the bedroom, then the spare bedroom, then the bathrooms, and finally my office. Hell or high water – I will have the spring cleaning done by end of May.