So I moved my desk into the dining room to make way for magnificent red bookshelves in the sitting room and in preparation for Babykins heading off to creche and me having time to write (real, actual time!) come August 31st. I bought a fabulous desklamp in Arnott's (before that beautiful shop disappears into some bank-induced black hole, weep, gnash).
I've cleared the shelf beside the desk to make way for my thesaurus, dictionary and piles of 'urgent' papers. Urgent as in I am meant to be dealing with them but, because they are in a scruffy pile, I forget, until I get a frantic email about a looming deadline. I'm looking for a nice intray so that they can be a neat, neglected pile but have yet to source the correct, aesthetically pleasing one. I may use an old wooden winebox but it's already full of utterly unnecessary but nonethless jammed scrapbooks. Sigh. I hoard therefore I am.
I have found that because the laptop is away from me, I'm on the net less and writing longhand more. Result! Also while decluttering our books for the new shelves I came across ones I will re-read and ones I can safely get rid off.
This afternoon I sat at my newly located desk waiting for a radio interview about the novel that never happened. I stay awake half the night worrying and hoping I'll be coherent; I get the baby asleep in time for the interview; I warn the other two to be silent; I think about lofty things to say (!?) and they DON'T ring. Harumph.
Anyway next week (Weds 18th) I'm going to be on Arena, so I can look forward to more sleeplessness until that's over. And I posted a link earlier to an interview I did in Dublin last week for WDA Radio.
Right, Babykins is screeching and putting all my stuff in the bin. Gotta go.