Yesterday, I wrote more than three pages in my novel.

I will have you know that this has never happened before in the history of the universe. It’s usually bloody torture to write just a sentence, and a logical analysis of my New Year’s commitment to write a page every day would lead one to believe either that two thousand five has only had twenty-one days so far, or I have been doing some serious slacking.

But yesterday, when I sat down to write, the energy flowed freely. I was able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. I was Superwriter!

And then I discovered why. When Amy and ding0 came by to pick up some stuff, they pointed out that the contractor’s Dumpster which has been parked before my front window for a year was gone! Actually, it wasn’t gone, it had just been pushed in front of someone else’s house, but the shift in energy was palpable. For months, I had been convinced that the Dumpster (which was stuffed to overflowing with garbage from the home renovation, as well as neighborhood junk like someone’s old mattresses, and never emptied) was sucking the life out of me, but it’s probably more accurate to say that it was permeating our dwelling with negative qi. Now, it’s as if a cloud has moved away from blocking the sun.

Of course, this doesn’t take into account the several years of minimal writing progress before the Advent of the Dumpster, but one excuse at a time, please. Today, I’m basking in the sun.