I Am Not Alone In Here by Jeffrey McClain Jones EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Jeffrey McClain Jones
- Language: English
- Genre: Christian Fantasy
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It’s eight o’clock in the morning and the unconvincing daylight outside
compels me to turn on lamps. I get some help from my digital assistant. She
switches on the lamp in the corner of my workspace. It’s January in the
upper Midwest, the season of pewter skies and darkly skeletal trees.
Relief and a guilty joy arrive at the sight of snow accumulating on the
moss green shingles of my neighbor’s roof—guilty because it’s a workday.
Other people have to commute through the flurries. I get to work from
home. As always.
I’m still wearing my pajamas and robe this morning. I used to joke
about working in my pajamas. It’s a tired joke now. Maybe I’ll get dressed
before putting pen to paper today. Mr. Grumpsalot can wait a little longer.
Who’s Mr. Grumpsalot? He’s my main character. The hero/anti-hero of
my somewhat successful children’s book series. He resembles a sort of
upright hedgehog with a human face, a banana-like nose, and thatched hair.
He’s dark and cloudy like a January day. Until the end of each book, of
course, when he finds sunshine—literal or figurative—and accepts a
childish sense of wonder into his little life.
For the adults in the room, Mr. Grumpsalot is a lot like me. When I’m
depressed, he and I have a similar outlook. Hunkered down on an overcast
January day, it’s easy for me to bring Mr. Grumpsalot out for an adventure
—or a misadventure, more likely.
Today I resolve the debate over getting dressed versus working in my
pajamas by thinking about what Dee would say. She would say, “Get up,
grumpy, and get dressed.” She was the one who inspired the name of my
storybook character. Dee called me Mr. Grumpsalot. That was several years
ago, now.
Okay, I’m getting out of the tall chair next to my drawing table that
props me at the perfect height. It’s the most comfortable stool I can
imagine, with a firmly supportive leather back.
Though the standing lamp in the corner is on, I have not yet turned on
the work lamp above my table. I’m going to take a shower first. And, as
hard as it is to surrender such comfort on a frigid day like this, I’m going to
discard my plaid flannel robe with the enticing fleece lining.
Moving away from my drawing table, I pass from one heating zone to
another. My old house has multiple heating zones. That is, there are over a
dozen areas in the house where the temperature diverges wildly from the
thermostat setting. The heat register under my drawing table keeps my work
corner cozy. This dining-room-converted-to-a-studio has no doors—it’s
open both to the kitchen and the living room—which means my cozy work
zone is small.
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