In Favour of Mess

Stop bloody decluttering everything

As much as I love Stacey Solomon and think she should run the country and everything, I am sorry but someone has to make the case for mess.

It falls to me obviously with my hair “dragged through a hedge backwards”, chipped nail varnish, random selection of black clothes and shoes with holes. The holes do not denote poverty, I just cannot stand to throw certain things away.

The way I work appals most people. I like to move around when I am writing. From bed to kitchen table to sofa. There is neither rhyme nor reason to it. My house is full of things I love. Sometimes for no particular reason than where I found them or when I bought them. A coffee table with the Taj Mahal in orange, I found in the street. It takes a special person to love such a garish item and that person is me.

With the freelance mentality, I have had all my life I look at stuff and think ‘I wrote that extra piece’ and that paid for that chair. This satisfies me.

I look in magazines at writer’s desks and they are another world to me. To be honest, they usually belong to those who are also a lot more successful than me. They also get up at 5am , so also another species

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