Raiding the freezer, stocking up on Satsumas, apples and bananas, wonderful and warming porridge for breakfast plus gallons of hot tea to keep me going!!!
There's no Alice to walk, so I walk myself two or three times a day. It keeps me warm, exercises the framework and energises the imagination, particularly during the lunch time stroll. This is something I've noticed over the years. No matter how busy and preoccupied I am, going for a short brisk walk in the middle of a hectically busy day, not only refreshes the spirits, it breathes new life and light into the head, exciting new thoughts, ideas and dreams to emerge...I return to my desk all fired up and ready to go again!!!
Nose to the grindstone, one task at a time. Sorting papers, stacking up the co-ordinated notes, separating unconnected papers and suddenly, there's a space on my desk which is empty; uncluttered and free. It's a miracle. Of course, the problem is me.!
I just give myself too much to do. Too exacting, too persnickety, too fussy and "I know what I'm doing, don't stop me now!!!"
The other problem is the finish, the end-and-here-we-have-a finished project. This often is not the case. In fact, if it's too bothersome a project, I seem to work more and more slowly, I prevaricate, excuse myself from a finish and go for a coffee and I know it's me who's doing the delaying!!!
I used to be like this with my A-level exams (Engl. Lit and Philosophy). I'd set up my books and papers etc. for about thirty minutes, then give up whatever I was doing, just to get some coffee or tea, or whatever! Making the entire revision session a sham, for I never fully got to the right ending and conclusion, for that evening's session, so I would have to do part of it the following evening.
And still today, I can find myself working too slowly, prevaricating, just because it seems the task in hand is difficult or puzzling and I'm unsure about pushing myself to work out the solution to a particular section or page of research.
On Wednesday, a girlfriend called in for a mug of tea and we spent a pleasantly-filled hour of chat but, apart from that, I was all alone, at home, by myself and pushing me to get my work done.
And, guess what, by Friday evening my desk was quite uncluttered. True the piles of books were still towering but the assortment of papers, notes and notebooks were all correctly collated, gathered in and things were fine.
Tomorrow, I'm leaving as early as can be, shortly after I wake up, have breakfast, and throw my bags into the car - yippee and away!!!
Just one problem - the car won't start... But, I'll tell you all about this tomorrow!
Daisy
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