Mess is king! Lockdown is a good time for tidying up and rediscovering those half finished stories – but to tidy up, you have to have mess to start with!
You’d think – for someone who works with books and stories all the time – that reading for pleasure would be an easy thing.
But, somehow, in lockdown, that just doesn’t seem to be happening. I don’t know if it’s the pressure of trying to find new clients (I have to pay the bills!) or the constant updating from government and rolling news bulletins, but I’ve been finding really difficult to switch off.
I’ll be starting with the barber. I’m not brave enough to do it myself but I feel I’m only days from butchery rather than barbering!
A list of things in my desk drawers I no longer need but hope to be using soon.
Stuck between locked in and locked out. We’re allowed out, but there’s nowhere to go to. So, do you stay in, continuing lockdown, or do you go out, enjoying the slight relaxation but not really achieving anything?
So, instead of a long ride to mark restrictions easing, I have decided to change the post’s image. A slow, creep through a crack in the door. We’re getting there. Slowly. We’re getting there.
Slowly, gently, we are emerging from lockdown. Like a caterpillar out of a pupas we shall soon be fully-fledged butterflies. But until then, we’ll just wriggle around a bit more and for a bit longer than we did in the first part of lockdown.
Let us remember that a whole generation endured over five years of war and even many more years of rationing. They did so without the internet, the television or furloughing.