“A new color in here would brighten things up and give me a lift,” I believed as I sat at the computer feeling frustrated because my most recent book, The Blossoms of the Lower Branches, A Hero’s Journey Though Grief, was now plodded through and a printed reality. Between writing projects I felt rootless and unanchored–and I was also cranky. Especially so because a new book needs promotion and it is up to me, Ms. Never Liked Selling Though I’ve Done It. It was a good time to disrupt everything in the room, empty it out, clean, paint and finally reassemble with some new cheer. Over seven hundred books needed dusting and re-arranging to new, inspiring, productive creativity.
With my husband’s help everything was back and in order in less than four days. It is now two weeks later and I’m still gazing at this color and wondering. It is a very nice green. More than many colors, it changes in the light as the day moves and sometimes all four walls have a different hue. Benjamin Moore’s number 697, Scenic Drive, is a little unsure of itself and changes from a bit too cheery Home and Garden Channel makeover green to pensive Lady of the Lake late dusk moss. I’m becoming friends with it and I’m trying to use its unsteady personality as a muse. Still, I’m missing the faded and fallen aristocracy that used to send me an occasional word from its deep history and serene purple.