There were times when I was growing up that my family didn't have the "luxuries" that other families had. I can remember my mother cleaning our clothes on a washboard when we didn't have a washer or dryer. I remember taking my turn at the crank as the rollers squeezed out the soap and dumping them into the next tub to rinse before rolling them through again.
Since I am on a "vacation" from city water for the next few days I have become creative in being able to stay in my home to write. I now have 25 gallons of bottled water sitting in my kitchen, just waiting to be used for cooking, cleaning and any other daily function where water is needed. I have discovered that my large stock pot can boil enough water at one time to allow me to wash my hair and still leave enough hot water for a cup of tea. If I can overcome dirty hair then surely I can create a good ending to my latest story?
People have always told me that I have more patience than anyone else they've met. Now I am finding out just how much patience I actually have. Any other day of the week it would take me about five minutes to actually wash my hair. Today it takes me over an hour when you count the water boiling, the bucket brigade, and how many times my twenty ounce cup had to dip and pour to get all the soap out. If I can do this, then surely I can find a word to rhyme with oyster so I can finish my poem?
I'm no saint. I confess I was angry and upset to find out about my latest problems with my house. But it's just not in my nature to let things get me down for long. I think that is true of most writers. No matter the obstacles we find on that path to publication, we always manage to keep going. We persevere. Elusive endings, rejection letters, poor reviews do not stop us from what we were born to do. We write and we hold fast to the belief that our words matter. So I say bring on tomorrow because I've got a bucket and I'm ready for you!
But if I want to get the rest of me clean, I just might have to check on some friends...