One evening Derek and I were working our jigsaw puzzles and enjoying a pleasant conversation.
I don’t remember what exactly we were talking about, but I heard him say, “Well, you’re kind of a hoarder.”
What?
Me?
A hoarder.
No way.
I had visions of that cable television show where people are practically buried up to their neck in stuff. I found myself becoming defensive.
“I’m not a hoarder,” I replied with a forced smile.
“You kind of are,” he said as he glanced up from his puzzle.
I paused to reflect on his accusation.
TRUE, I’M A BOGO FAN. (BUY ONE GET ONE)
YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR A SPILL ON YOUR KEYBOARD.
WHAT IF WE’RE SNOWED IN?
A GIRL NEEDS SOME SUSTENANCE DURING THOSE LONG HOURS OF WRITING.
A WRITER NEEDS PENS, DOESN’T SHE?
YOU CAN’T STOP STUDYING THE CRAFT.
BACK TO SCHOOL TWENTY-FIVE CENT SPIRALS…SCORE!
A WRITER MUST HAVE A SUPPLY OF BLANK JOURNALS.
Would you consider me a hoarder? What about you? Do you like to stay stocked up on a particular item?
Jill Weatherholt 