Monday wasn't even a bank holiday. I made it through to lunchtime before the phone rang in my pocket to reintroduce the day job. Pictures needed for Friday's words; did I have the necessary contacts? Five minutes of emailing and an afternoon at the screen, but I'd had the morning, lit the bonfire, cleared clutter, burnt the hedge trimmings, done a whole bunch of bank-holiday things and ended up happier for knowing that it was bonus time - and there's a real bank holiday next Monday. I must line up some more clutter.
Today's observation: the build-up of clutter on the desk is inversely proportional to the amount of work done in the day. This happened once before. I went away on the Hoffman Process in September 2002, came back full of self-awareness to find that, of the whole five feet by eleven feet of my work table, I'd used books, papers, clutter to restrict myself to about two feet by one foot - and parked a keyboard in the middle of that. It's happening again, paper that needs to be put somewhere, filled in, replied to, and above all, thrown away. The subtle passive aggression of paper; to be resisted.
Today: page-proof checking; online ordering of transcription equipment; writing more of the Thursday's Child story. And, above all - no, not filing - decluttering. I want to know what happens next in Katie's world. She's out there in the fields, surrounded by all my clutter. Word for today: clarity.
Today's observation: the build-up of clutter on the desk is inversely proportional to the amount of work done in the day. This happened once before. I went away on the Hoffman Process in September 2002, came back full of self-awareness to find that, of the whole five feet by eleven feet of my work table, I'd used books, papers, clutter to restrict myself to about two feet by one foot - and parked a keyboard in the middle of that. It's happening again, paper that needs to be put somewhere, filled in, replied to, and above all, thrown away. The subtle passive aggression of paper; to be resisted.
Today: page-proof checking; online ordering of transcription equipment; writing more of the Thursday's Child story. And, above all - no, not filing - decluttering. I want to know what happens next in Katie's world. She's out there in the fields, surrounded by all my clutter. Word for today: clarity.