I handle all my email. ✓
I journal in my planner. ✓
I clean the bathrooms. ✓
I mop the library. ✓
I plan dinner. (Debby has it covered.) ✓
I try to write and can’t. ✓
SO I PLAY WITH MY CHARACTER DOLLS. Here’s a grouping, probably never to be found in novels, I call “first rehearsal with new band members.”
Guitarist and leader/founder of the band. (No band name yet–still three members to recruit before that’s decided.)
Just-signed drummer setting up.
Manager and record producer (i.e., $$$$) aka brothers-in-law (to each other, not to band members).
Visiting pianist aka big sister.
A very tall woman needs a very tall fiddle.
Moral support and candid photography.
It’s complicated.
Seriously complicated.
Complicated makes better music.
I see that Chelsea
I’m not sure if she is. Smaller, plastic hair. She’s part of a Skipper Babysitter package and listed as “toddler.” This was her original packaging.
I DO have a bunch of Chelseas, though!
I think they multiply in the Barbie aisle at night
I know they multiply in my closet. I couldn’t have acquired that many dolls.
WRITE about all that complexity
I’ve got plenty of complexity to write! Can you make the world behave so I can keep my mind on it? I’ll send you cheese straws. 🤣