Articles: Making a Start
Making a Start
by EV Johns
There’s a cloudless blue sky and warm sunshine outside. The lawn needs mowing. The garden needs weeding. My wife has just reminded me that I’ve not fixed the door handle I’d promised to last week (sorry, Dear).
My office is a mess, with piles of paper from the project I completed yesterday - phew! It’s gone to the editor before deadline!
I really should tidy up. I shift some paper from one pile to the next, and it doesn’t look any better. I turn on the computer and wait while it warms up, goes through all the start up processes, staring at the screen, not really taking much notice.
It’s a strange feeling, finishing a project. It happens every time, unless I have more than one on the go at a time. It’s a sadness, a death almost, depressing. My child has gone out into the big wide world. It’s too late for me to make any changes, to further its education. It must now stand alone, convince an editor that it’s good enough to be accepted - and paid for.
And then I have to begin the next project, come up with an idea first.
The computer is waiting… waiting… waiting. I open a new document and stare at the blank white screen.
Maybe a coffee will help.
My wife knows my routine and has a coffee ready for me in the kitchen - she’s outside in the garden enjoying that lovely sunshine.
I roam back to my office, place the coffee on my desk and put two reference books back in their place on my bookshelf. There are five pens on my desk. I place them carefully in the pen holder, matching colours with others already in there. I turn the computer mouse upside down, open its tummy and clean the gunge out from the little wheels inside.
The cat roams in for a “Good morning” scratch. I finish my coffee and take the cup out to the kitchen, rinse and wipe it, and leave it by the kettle for next time.
My wife is weeding the flower bed. She’s more methodical than I am. She removes all the weeds down to the very tiny ones.
I return to my office, sit in front of the computer, staring again at the screen. What topic can I use this time? To which market can I angle my next piece? My fingers sit on the keyboard and begin to move. I watch the words form on the screen. “There’s a cloudless blue sky and warm sunshine outside.”
© EV Johns
