It had been days since his mystery woman had appeared and then suddenly vanished, but Mitt as determined to win her heart nonetheless. If he could not be provided clarity of mind, he could at least be lucky in love, or so he hoped. There were several things he had to attend to, however, before he could begin his search for his wild-haired damsel.
For starters, he had to procure a habitation. No he would not invite her to live there with him at the start, but as long as he had a physical place of stability he might be able to win her over. So he set about looking in the housing market.
Now, for those who are not familiar with Writer's Block...Land, it is kind of a desolate place. What housing there is, is not usually very nice, and many people do not like to set up residence there as doing so states that one was resigned to it.
However, Mitt believed, or wanted to believe, that any lot in this place could be converted into something vibrant and creative. That, of course, relied heavily on the person or people residing there. If anyone could turn a lump of land into something beautiful, it was his mystery woman.
After several long weeks of searching and proverbial doors being slammed in his face, he found a realtor who dealt in reality realty. That is to say, he had a realistic view of the needs of the individual looking for a home in Writer's Block...Land.
The home he showed Mitt was nothing marvelous, nor indeed nothing one might consider comfortable, but it would do for his purposes. The house itself was a story and a half, squat, and thoroughly thrashed through the years. It was a fixer-upper for sure. Mitt paid for the house with his life savings and a bit of collateral; his talent. He had to make a return on investment, otherwise he could lose his creative spark for good.
What little he'd kept for himself he used to start the renovations. He walked gingerly up the rickety steps to the porch. The porch was worse though, as several planks were missing entirely. A Splash of color; A Twist of Light and an adjective or Two. Suddenly the porch and steps were now fresh and new. The rickety steps became solid planks with an oak hand rail. The entire deck was transformed into a beautiful Mahogany. A white painted bench, carved intricately with Celtic knots and such.
The house was still in shambles, but the front deck looked perfect. It was large enough to sit ten chaise lounge styled chairs at least. A rich green willow tree hung over the deck, providing shade and comfort. Out in the yard, a small swing hung from one of the branches. Things were starting to take shape, and Mitt couldn't wait to get on to the rest of the house.
By his reckoning, it would only take him a few weeks to finish. It would be a palace fit for his queen...
to be continued.
-Spoiled Mangoes
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