The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 147

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 147: “Either way, it’s an idea.”

“Either way, it’s an idea.”

The idea gave James hope.  It felt that for just an instant he might actually be taking some sort of control over his life.  It felt good, positive.  For the moment though, he set the thoughts of post work activity to the side and mentally listed everything that he needed to get done before work started Monday, if he was to have any chance of a calm and steady work week.  Some things could wait until he had the basics squared away.

“All of my work clothes need to be washed,” James decided.  He knew that very few of his old work clothes would be suitable and still needed to blend.  He thought about the maze he picked through in order to move from bed to bathroom this morning.

“Laundry in, settle the bedroom and then call Tucker for a grocery run.”

James thought about calling Tucker early to get the groceries out of the way when the world was a little quieter, but decided to give his agent a much time as possible to settle things before making that call.

“It makes it less likely for people to go waving guns at me,” James decided. 

Plan more or less decided upon, James went upstairs, returning to his bedroom to begin.  The laundry was easiest as it was all in the laundry basket.  A blanket had been placed over his dirty clothed and other items placed on top of the blanket.  He appreciated whoever attempted the separation for him and began removing the objects that were placed on top.  Most of them were the books and magazines that he picked up to occupy himself in the evenings. 

James placed them on an available shelf and set the blanket to the side.  He took his laundry to the machine, picking up his bottle of detergent along the way, and put in the first load of laundry. Task accomplished, James returned to the bedroom determined to impose some sense of order before Monday’s alarm clock signaled the start of the week.

Unpacking didn’t require a lot of thought.  The items he needed to keep handy were in the wash, in the kitchen, in the bathroom or yet to be purchased at the grocery store. Everything else just needed to be gotten out of the way.  Suits could just be hung in the back of the closet. 

“Although first I have to empty the closet.”  To provide room to move about boxes were placed in the closet first.  James hauled them out, placing them on the bed and then when it was clear, opened boxes and started putting items back in the closet. 

As his body worked his mind slipped back into thoughts of escaping happy hour.  The gym was one idea although he had to admit the thought of a gym didn’t enthuse him that much.  He could see it being useful, but to make the idea seem real instead of just an excuse he would have to follow through by actually working out. 

“Something less checkable might be a better idea,” James decided as he placed shoes in a line across the back of the closet wall.  “Maybe a class of some sort.  It could be academic, or maybe something pottery or metal working.”  Thoughts of being able to do some of the metal working bits on his car flitted pleasantly though his mind. He wasn’t sure that was a class he could take.

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