Léna's Lit.Life

Léna (me): Lit, as in literature, Lit, as in light, Lit, as in a little kooky: Life.

"Well, the question is, what do you want to believe? Do you want to live in a world where things are possible, or in one where they aren't?" Cin, Edges.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Writers Make Their Beds

This morning as I was kneeling on my bathroom floor, scrubbing the corners of the toilet, (I know - stop the glamor talk, will ya?) the expression, You've made your bed, now lie in it, came to me. The Cultural on-line dictionary says that it is commonly used as a response to people who have been complaining about problems they have brought on themselves. I scrubbed harder.  Am I complaining? Okay yes, maybe I am.
I don't mind most housework - but bathroom duty I find deplorable. So that's when I fantasize about having a maid. Will I know that I've made it when . . . I can afford to have someone else clean my bathroom? I shook my head. No, that makes success be all about material things - numbers, advances, bookings . . . And we all know what a trap it is for our barometer of success to be material things. 

Oftentimes I need to write myself into right thinking . . . so here we go.

We all make our "beds" as we make our choices in life, right? We make thousands of choices a day (at least us writers do - all of those WORDS!) Some we take responsibility for, some we don't. I can get all lofty and talk about how writing has chosen me, and it has, but it's up to me whether I heed that call or not.

I have a  beautiful bed, and I LOVE lying in it, cuddling my loved ones in it. I love it even when I have insomnia! I may worry about money and security, but who doesn't? I LOVE being a writer. And if I have to clean my own bathroom, so be it.

Everybody else has to! Especially those in the book business, who are definitely not in it for the steady paycheck!

I'd love to hear what chore sends you all into paroxysms of complaint!


  1. I spent most of the day scrubbing the ol' homestead--I had to catch up on edits last week and things fell WAY behind. Also, it had rained and I had a legion of little boys tracking in mud all week as well. So I found it funny to see your post...and know that we were all synced up today.

    I still want a maid. Also, a manny.

  2. There's fortitude in numbers! Makes me smile, thinking of a split screen of us on opposite coasts, knee deep in elbow grease!

    A maid and a manny. *Sigh*

  3. Snow shoveling is taking over my life. What fresh hell is this? It certainly does make the bed more and more inviting. Thanks for this post, Léna -- made me smile.

  4. Hi Wren! More snow is on the way I'm afraid. &^%****%$$^ Thanks you for reading and commenting! :D

  5. Vacuuming. When I worked at a local museum, I took care of the cleaning of a historic mansion and all the objects inside, which meant lots and LOTS of vacuuming. I even had to dust into a vacuum nozzle, so I ran the vacuum at least 7 hours on Monday. I happily did it because I loved the house and it was the job that funded my writing habit, and it gave me hours to contemplate characters. But I couldn't bring myself to vacuum when I got home. (Thankfully, I have a husband who was happy to do it.)

    I love how your post made housework into a sign of success.

  6. Ah, vacuuming. One of my favorites. But 7 hours would make me want to stab my eyes out.

    It's lovely when you live with someone who does the chores you hate! I'm lucky with my man - he does ALL the laundry. And most of the cooking these days!

  7. Wow! This is just what I needed. I'm supposed to be doing homework right now and guess what I'm doing. I've been fiddling around with my very close friend, Internet. Anyway, I'm glad that I found this. Thank you for motivating me to finish my homework now so I could crash on my lovely bed - it's calling my name.

  8. D-Girl - you have ended my last night of January with a smile. Happy studying and sleeping! Night, night!

  9. Cleaning out the kitty litter box. UGH! I can't wait until we live somewhere safer (right now we're on a busy road) and I can let the cats roam free outside!

  10. Ugh, yes! I forgot about that one! I started getting out of that one when I was pregnant, and never had to do it again. Another chore I have to thank my husband for doing! (Maybe I should think about that when I'm scrubbing toilets).

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