Now it was time to go back to the shop and clean up the sawdust. Half used ideas lay scattered on the floor and partially sawed words littered the work table. There was a messy pile of shitty ideas tossed in one corner, and I thought I would throw them in the junk drawer with the half used batteries. Maybe they still had a little juice in them I could use if I didn’t forget where they were.
Run on sentences and grammatical errors were stacked neatly to one side. These could be fixed, and there was no need to throw them in the trash. I grabbed my broom and began to sweep up the misspelled words and scraps of unrealized thoughts. Something was missing, and I gazed at the work table for a moment. There, behind a poorly shaped paragraph, lay a tight, square paragraph that I had almost missed. I slipped it in my pocket to work on later. I had to clean up the mess I had made here before I could turn around and make another.
I scooped up the pile I would discard and threw it in the bin. There were still dusty letters lying here and there, but they were bothering no one, and maybe I would need them later. I patted my breast pocket to make sure the word packet was still there and turned to leave the room. I took one last glance before I turned out the light. The sawdust had been cleared, and the editing process could begin. I was satisfied. I turned out the thoughts, closed the door, and lay down to sleep.
~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~