Homekeeper, Workkeeper, Literary Agent

 

The change of seasons has been a real grind in the past. Every new moment means rebalancing all my projects and plans. School is coming up, and I’m working at adapting to the struggles that come with it. When I was younger I spurned the idea of having help, but as I’ve grown older there are three kinds of helpers I daydream about.

Homekeeper—I am not now, nor will I ever be a cleaning aficionado. I get along, but problems like rust deposits in the shower mystify me. My vacuuming schedule goes as follows. Burn out old vacuum trying to catch up. Enjoy new vacuum forgetting that vacuuming is supposed to happen before the carpet is gray. Notice gray carpet. Burn out new vacuum. For the sake of the environment someone else should help me with these things.

Workkeeper—I am a person with a million ideas. With so much going on in my brain it feels like great things are falling off and becoming lost every day. I want someone who takes down my ideas, records them, organizes them and periodically prods me to update them and make good plans for pushing each initiative out toward public usefulness.  Is there an app for that?

Literary Agent—I like to go forward, on to the now thing, Edna Mode style. To entrust my writing to a champion who will fight for my babies as if they were her own, I love that idea. I can research and all of that, but I’d rather release a project into someone’s care.