This is where I pitch to you. I make promises about my content, and what you will expect to see from me in the future. You have enough voices to listen to, what about mine might be fresh or exciting?
Right now, when you look out of my windows, you see a land lush with prosperity. Every window shows well tended yards edged with ferns and mosses, homes beaming with verdant pride in the shadow of what was old-growth forest. When you look within, you find our family with holes still in their clothing. This is not our house, it has only shortly been our home.
This home is a haven for Joe’s coworkers. New York can be hard to find housing in, and men in Joe’s field are often willing to travel for the paycheck, so they stay here while they work or until they find their own housing. Joe stayed here for a few months, while we sat in Oklahoma and missed him. Then when his roommate was moving out, he got his boss (the landlord) to agree to let the whole family move in for a while.
Our new landlord agreed to let us stay as long as we like, so we can take a breather in the struggle to pull our pennies together and crawl out of decades of poverty as fast as we can; a chance to accumulate some comfort before we start the work of moving to land ownership again.
A chain of bachelors and men away from their families has been living here. It seems many of them weren’t very up on their chores. The owner has been living elsewhere while renovating. His children’s trophies were still gathering dust in the corners, paperbacks and photos haunt several nooks and crannies, and there was still plenty of dog hair from a dog that hasn’t lived here for some time. Every time I sweep and mop, my feet still end up getting black again fairly quickly. The concrete parts of the floor seem to trap every scrap of dirt and release it when it would be most inconvenient, and my cleaning supplies are paltry. I have no idea whose clothes are in the closets. The place is beautiful though, the chores are worth it.
This house has a voice. It’s full of clicks, and trickles and hums. It has a chill when it shouldn’t, the floor is dusty, it feels like I’m alone when I’m not, and not alone when I am. Stranger’s belongings, flickering lights, unfamiliar noises, in suburbs so perfect they make me wary. Given that I love to play in the shadows, I’m having fun.
I like to pretend the renovation is to cover up the scene of a murder, and I have a blast creeping myself out so much I’m a little reluctant to open my eyes when the house starts talking at night. I enjoy wandering around with my cell phone camera, looking for things to distort somehow, twisted perspectives to help feed my muse.
I love the unsettled feeling of a fresh move, the surreal sensations when enjoying culture shock. I love the metaphor of a groaning home that’s slightly damaged in places, in transition, wiping off the scars of its long history as it is renovated for a new phase of existence. It’s been glorious.
The shadows of my heart where the muse plays has responded with project ideas, images, words, and connections springing forth in a rush. I’ve been here only a little over a month, and I’m just now reigning it in, making myself settle down and focus to polish off the best of the creative wave and make something real of it.
Naturally, I’ve decided to renovate my writing practice as much as my new home.
I noticed at some point that my flash fiction blog looks a lot better when I keep any mentions of my life down to a brief P.S. and stick to just fiction under 500 words. But I miss talking about my life. I like talking about nature, creative projects, the beautiful things I see, the haunted things that move me, the adventures I’ve had, and the things I think you should experience in my voice, because I promise you my perspective is unusual.
Therefore, this blog is here, and so are you. And you should click follow and stay, because while I might not post on a regular schedule yet (not going to commit to anything until I see how well I can work it in around other creative projects), when I do post something, it could be about a subject you very much enjoy.