Snow was falling when I woke up this morning. My son has a friend staying for a few days, and I had planned to send them out into the garden to hunt for Easter eggs. Or at least little mini Lion Bars. That fell apart once everything was covered in white. Not fun snow, but that frozen slush that feels wet to the touch and crumbles when you try to build a snowman. They’ve spent the day ensconced upstairs with music, computers and the pillow fight that just broke a lamp. Good thing it was just one from IKEA.
My day has been pretty near perfect. (I can live with a broken lamp.) This morning I read in bed while my eyes flitted from the page every so often to watch the snow fall. I attempted my first Easter cupcakes and, if I say so myself, they turned out well. I cleaned the house. I edited my short story. Two days before the deadline and I’m finally satisfied with the plot.
Last night I scoured every bookshelf in the house looking for To Kill a Mockingbird. I was so sure I had it, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. Since I couldn’t find it, I decided that my memory must be failing me, and picked up The Great Gatsby instead. It seems like everywhere I go these days, people are reviewing it. It was one of those novels that I was assigned both in high school and at university, and by the time I was done with all those analysis I was pretty darn sick of it.
Reading it now, I think every writer should read it. Not for the story, but for his prose. The way the words just wrap themselves around you like a magical carpet; it scoops you up and transports you back to the Roaring Twenties. No word is wasted, no comma is out of place. It is an utter joy to read. When I was seventeen I wanted to be Gatsby. Make my fortune and become so utterly fascinating that my lost love would hear of me and be drawn to my home. It’s a beautiful, romantic teenage dream that can never survive in the mundane light of the real world.
Tomorrow I will edit my short story – again – and Saturday I will submit it. Tonight I will curl up with The Great Gatsby, an Easter cupcake and a cup of tea as the snow falls on the fields around my house.
Pretty neat perfect day.