7.1 Author Lindsey DeLoach Jones talks rituals and the need for order.
I like my drinks very, very cold.
A plastic tumbler, 6 ice cubes, and a can of Diet Coke chilled at least twenty-four hours in a 35-degree refrigerator. Limit one per day.
Occasionally, I joke about being obsessive compulsive or a control freak or both, but I’m neither of these things really.
Maybe it’s the pressure to confront the veiled chaos of the blank page or the daily, private rumpus of my soul. Maybe it’s the anger I hear already in the voice of my one-year-old daughter, anger I didn’t put there and can’t control. Something compels me to keep a very few things in a very particular order.