With apologies to Anne Lamott, here’s what I’ve taken to doing with novel drafts. My local feed store ran out of wood shavings, so I’ve been using shredded office paper inside the coop.
I don’t know why I didn’t do this before? Maybe because in Livingston’s famous winds this can sometimes get messy, but the girls really really like the shredded paper. They’ve been making little nests with it.
And this is one way to keep oneself from getting too precious about “the work.”
I'm a writer and editor based in Livingston, Montana. I moved to Livingston from the San Francisco Bay area in 2002 in search of affordable housing and a small community with a vibrant arts community. I found both. LivingSmall details my experience buying and renovating a house, building a garden, becoming a part of this community. It also chronicles my efforts to rebuild my life after the sudden death of my younger brother, and closest companion, Patrick in a car wreck.
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I think Anne Lamott would love the irony. Bravo.
I love the thought of ‘the girls’ making nests with your drafts. Maybe they can give you notes, too?
I start fires in my cabin’s woodburning stove with mine, Charlotte.
Two more eggs this morning, nestled in shredded drafts.