When I write a book, I think the scenes first. I stare into space and watch the scene form, telling myself the story. I’ve been doing that for twenty years, but it wasn’t until this week that I realized that I do the same thing with house projects.
I’ve been looking at the windows in my bedroom for months, having decided to put shelves up there. I put the shelves up in my head dozens of times, working out how to give the curtains room to move while keeping the shelves solid, figuring out how long they have to be–the bottom one has to be long enough to go across the whole room (which is under eight feet wide), the top one has to be shorter because there’s a lamp on the bottom one–how much room I need to leave at the ends for my giant daisies and power cords, how to line them up with the window framing. It’s the same thing with my kitchen: I’d used two different storage units on the counters toward the front of the house and they bothered me, a lot. I’ve now figured out how to replace them and get the look I want while still keeping them sturdy enough to hold bowls and canisters because I kept staring at that wall and putting up new shelves in my head.
Which reminded me of something I read about basketball once: that players who practiced foul shots mentally did as well or better on making actual foul shots as the players who practiced by actually throwing the ball at the net. So I figure that’s what I’m doing, taking practice shots.
Or procrastinating. It’s hard to tell the difference.
How did your work week go?