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 190: He reached the upper floor and opened the first of the remaining boxes.
He reached the upper floor and opened the first of the remaining boxes. Bolstered by his pancake breakfast and his success at making said breakfast, James worked trying to clear as many boxes from the house as possible. He emptied his bedroom, hanging up clothes he wasn’t certain he would ever wear towards the back and leaving his general work clothing towards the front.
It looked strange to see them paired together, but he doubted anyone was going to come by and inspect his closet to see if it matched his public profile. James left his bedroom feeling accomplished. He hauled the empty boxes to the stack in the garage and added them to the pile. By now breakfast wore off and he slapped together a sandwich.
With the last of his bedroom cleared, the upper floor was settled. There were still several empty rooms, but he could do nothing about that. For now the extra bedrooms remained empty space and the extra bathroom was just a place to hang his swim trunks and towels up to dry.
Like the closet, the empty space was a little disturbing to the back of his mind, but at the moment he could see no way around it. “And it just leaves the garage to sort through.” There was always the possibility that there would be extra items that didn’t belong in a working garage stored in the boxes there. “I can use one of the upper bedrooms for storing those items.”
James finished his sandwich, dusted off his hands and moved back into the garage. While there was no workbench in the garage there was a small table built across the back. For now, James placed the smaller tools he managed to uncover on the top and the larger ones he lined up in a row along the wall. While he got rid of many of the items when he decided to finally sell off the last of his collection, James realized that he sold off most of the extra tools. The duplicates, the older tools. Despite having no plans to use them he managed to hold onto at least one of every item he considered necessary.
James shook his head as he saw that despite his plans to let everything go, he really hadn’t. He paired down and cleared out, but he kept everything he needed. In fact it looked more as though he was getting ready to restart. “I cleared out all the accumulated junk and just kept what I wanted to use,” James realized as he unearthed more.
His garage at his house with Faith had a workbench built into it. It was too much trouble to take it with him, and was in any case considered part of the house, which Faith got in the divorce. So James emptied it, packed what he was taking and got rid of the rest.
“Now I’ll just need a new work bench,” he told himself. “Well, that and a project car.” James knew he needed at least one vehicle that he wasn’t tinkering with to get him to and from work as well as to run around town. “Perhaps I should go back to the used car lot,” he said as he unfolded and stacked more empty boxes. He looked at the large stack. Strictly speaking it was two large stacks and he had to start a second one when the first grew too tall and started to wobble. “I should probably make sure I have enough space to work before then.”