“What is all this stuff?” George leaned into the workroom, one hand on the door frame, afraid to step beyond the door sill and into what looked to him like an explosion in a junk yard.
“It’s the middle stage of my novel,” answered Donald, who didn’t bother to turn around, and instead focused on the crowded 5×7 foot whiteboard adorned with unreadable scrawl and sticky notes flapping in the spring breeze from the open windows, the papier-mâché model of an elvish mountain that swung open on fast and silent hinges to reveal dozens of inner chambers, a flying machine built out of popsicle sticks and multiple colors of tissue paper, and tiny Lego-built action figures scattered on the floor among piles of other Lego blocks.
“But you said were doing an historical speculative fiction on jewel thieves, with a Steampunk edge, and you promised it would be submitted to me – your editor – by the end of the month!”
“Things got complicated,” Donald sighed, shrugging. “Just be patient and it’ll all come together, if we just remember that one man’s trash is another man’s best-selling novel.”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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