Actually not a facelift, an office lift.
Actually not an office lift, more of a mood elevator.
Actually not really an elevator but a coat of paint or two, and the removal of four layers of wallpaper.
Once it’s all back in place, thinking and writing may be easier. When the entire HappenStance ‘office’ (what was once the spare bedroom) is all in lumps and piles and packages and under dust sheets, it is truly awful.
I’m convinced the house in which one lives has a direct relationship with the brain with which one thinks. If one of the rooms — especially a room that’s central to functioning — is in upheaval, then the brain experiences fundamental disruption. It’s all to do with the Roman Room theory. If one of the rooms is out of action, how can memory work?
It may be easier next week.
Hmm – our house has scaffolding on three sides and one window still boarded up, we have ripped everything out of the back bedroom and are using it as a repair workshop and there are three holes in the kitchen ceiling – what is this doing to my brain?! Hope next week is easier Nell, Hilary xx
The start of a new series – “small publishers’ rooms”?
Hilary — I would be be lost. In your circs, all I could produce would be the spaces between the stanzas…
Or even [i]small[/i] rooms of small publishers, Charles? 😉