… This very definitely was NOT what I meant!
Sorry everyone, this week’s post has been delayed slightly because my bookcase tried to murder me yesterday morning!
Yes, a completely solid, previously perfectly happy bookcase which has rested peacefully for over two years toppled over yesterday, throwing books across the room, and damaging me and the laptop I was working on! When I started writing, people warned me that writing wasn’t glamorous, but no one mentioned physical injury!
Unfortunately I don’t yet know what caused this murderous tantrum and must now try to think of a way to placate the Keeper of the Word Treasury. What common motives can I ascribe this trail of destruction to?
Greed cannot be the cause – that bookcase has as many books on it as it can possibly hold, and always has. It’s seemed fine for two years, so I must assume that its needs are being catered to here.
Loneliness seems unlikely, as it has several other bookcase-friends snuggled up to it, so plenty of emotional as well as physical support to be had all round.
At last! I think I may have hit upon the answer!
Obviously the root cause is jealousy, as I have been spending far more time writing than reading recently. Perhaps the bookcase feared it was being replaced by another in my life?
Sadly one cannot really punish bookcases, can one? I mean, they exist in a permanent state of ‘Time Out’ already. They live by going to stand in the corner.
I know it’s bad discipline, but I see no other option than to give in. I shall simply have to human up and make an effort to read more books than I have been lately.
I know, the sacrifices I make for peace at home know no bounds, right?
I’ll catch you later when the laptop and I have licked our wounds…