This is a bit late in the day because I have been painting some shelves. I am finally making progress in the Kirstyfication and deMikeyfication of Mike’s old study. I’ve been nibbling away at it for weeks, just getting a little depressed at how little progress I was making and then suddenly it was clear. Now I just have to get all my rubbish put away in there and set up the writing corner. To be honest, I can pretty much write anywhere but as it has been increasingly difficult to settle to any work, I thought it might help having somewhere to go.
People do have places, even if it is just the kitchen table. And there is nothing wrong with the kitchen table, convenient for the kettle and/or biscuit cupboard. Dylan Thomas had a garden shed, Jane Austen had a table the size of a postage stamp. So I wonder if all this sorting and painting will make any difference at all, as with most things it’s all a state of mind and I am being singularly unfocused at the moment. At least I haven’t got COVID, not yet anyway.
