Submitted by Dee Tenorio on Wed, 2009-06-17 12:36.
There are few things an author enjoys quite so much as finishing a book and putting it to bed. It's polished. It's pretty. It's--for the moment--flawless and needs to be left alone. And when this happens, we finally pick up our heads and survey the disaster that has become of our homes while we were in our stories, while we were immersed in "The Cave".
Laundry piled up over the heads of loved ones.
Dishes no one else considered washing.
Trash no one else thought of taking out.
And dear God, what is that smell?
After a deadline or two, that's all expected. But there's one thing out there that happens to all of us that none of us really see coming.
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