I get nervous when it’s time for a new world, even though I’ve been assisting for more worlds than I can count.
I try to be prepared, though it’s mostly about keeping things organized.
My favorite part is assembling all the colors. Every color I can possibly provide, arranged from deepest darks to lightest lights, as I haven’t yet managed a system to determine which ones will be needed in advance.
I sweep the floor, twice if there’s enough time.
Sometimes I try to scrub the remains of the last world from the walls, but the walls are hard to clean and they never seem to mind, they say it’s nice to have remnants of the worlds that have come before priming the canvas.
I suppose they have a point, but I like to tidy things as much as I can before the messiness starts.
New worlds are always messy at the beginning.
But they usually figure themselves out.
I’ve only needed to use the extinguisher once.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.