Monday Morning
My favorite lie I tell myself is "Someday I'll be organized." Someday I will go through these boxes and boxes of notebooks, full of story fragments and interview notes and bits of captured conversation and transform them into finished, money making things. This is my retirement savings, I tell myself. The work I will do when I don't have work to do. And perhaps its true, although I'm beginning to suspect it's not. I'm beginning to think that the next phase will have entirely new work demanding to be done and all of these things that have been relegated to wait will have to wait just that much longer.