I’ve just cleaned up my mail box and deleted all
I keep them because I just know I’m going to have to go through them more carefully than just a brief glance just in case they’re important.
After a (5,063) while it becomes pretty clear that you’ve missed the boat anyway, and that anything that was important is now well gone.
The anxiety is draining.
Now, I’m light and free and ready to hoard more e mails.
So bring ‘em on!
I’ve been making, and painting, I even talked to the new neighbours, whom I thought had moved in about three weeks ago, but apparently it was before Christmas.
This is one of the consequences of being a bit of a hermit.
The world happens all on its own as I sit hammering and pastel-ing away in my studio engulfed in my imaginary world of man-eating triffids.
This is one.
Oh yes, they look so sweet, but in fact they will turn on you at any time.
And this is why you have to lock yourself away in the studio, because you never know what the new neighbours have brought with them on their shoe from when that last meteorite smashed into their previous back garden.