Folded wings beside my desk

Do you ever have a moment where you’re laughing at a totally bizarre, off-the-wall character . . . and then you realize it’s only that funny because it’s totally you?

Like in Okay For Now, by Gary D. Schmidt, where Doug Swieteck comes face to face with the mysterious and eccentric Mrs. Windermere, and she’s so busy hammering away at her typewriter that she can’t be bothered to let the delivery boy in, until she gets so fed up with his persistent knocking that she informs him that he is disrupting a very delicate moment:

“Creativity is a god who comes only when he pleases, and it isn’t very often. But when he does come, he sits beside my desk and folds his wings and I offer him whatever he wants and in exchange he lets me type all sorts of things that get turned into plays for which people who own New York stages are waiting. And right now, he is sitting by my desk, and he is being very kind. So if you would go away . . .” (47-48)

Mrs. Windermere isn’t exactly a major character, but I love her to pieces because I can now explain to my husband that Creativity has folded his wings beside my desk and he knows what I mean.

The thing she doesn’t mention is that Creativity generally chooses to fold his wings at rather inopportune times. Like when I had set aside a week for intensive revision of one book, and instead I’ve spent that week streaming out chapter after chapter of something entirely different.

But hey, who am I to argue with Creativity? If I keep up at this rate, my pancake draft will be done in another two or three weeks. Considering that I am not and have never been a NaNoWriMo type writer, that’s an impressive feat.

Okay, the wings are flapping impatiently. I better get back to work. But leave me some comment lovin’ and tell me–what does Creativity have you working on these days?

Forrester’s Right!

I’ve been raving to my husband about Gary D. Schmidt’s The Wednesday Wars ever since I checked it out from the library a month ago. It is a superb historical fiction/coming-of-age story about a seventh-grader during the Vietnam War who gets left alone with his teacher once a week while the rest of his class goes either to Hebrew School or Catechism. I love love love it. It’s all about Shakespeare and family and the myth of perfection and baseball and love and war and hippies, and, to top it off, it is one of the most hilarious books I’ve read in a long time. I read the first few pages to my husband, and he laughed aloud like four times! That’s good humor, people!

So here we are, in the middle of rather tired week. I come out from putting the munchkin to bed, and what should be sitting on my computer but a newspaper-wrapped package containing a box of Seattle Chocolates and—what else?—The Wednesday Wars! Needless to say, both box and book were immediately cracked open, and this week is definitely looking up. Turns out Forrester was right when he told Jamal, “The key to a woman’s heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time” (James W. Ellison, Finding Forrester). What a lucky girl I am!