Well, here I am in my writing space:
Only four days behind schedule.
I had intended to move the desk on Saturday but Spud begged for time to clear it first, only he just had to watch the City match; do his homework; learn his lines.
I gave him 24 hours and I spent a couple of happy hours moving in, arranging and re-arranging my poetry books, writing books, other books, my collections and bits and pieces onto two shelves.
I had intended to move the desk on Sunday afternoon, but I received an email which took most of the afternoon to deal with, so I gave him another 24 hours.
I had intended to move the desk on Monday afternoon but he got another 24 hours because I had arranged to help my friend sort church paperwork at the vicarage into our brand new filing cabinet (well, it was new when it was delivered three months ago).
Before filing, we put three poster-sized papers up on the wall and mind-mapped the whole thing down to the last detail. We had three starting points which we broke down into groups, groups-within-groups, categories-within-groups-within-groups, off-shoots-within-categories-within-groups-within-groups…you get the idea.
Once we’d broken that lot down we were able to label the hanging files in the drawers. We organised the files into what-is-likely-to-be-most-accessed order, then alphabetically within that. We then filed three pieces of paper (easily) before noticing it was home time. If there has been a better organised from the start filing system anywhere in the galaxy, I’ll be surprised. I’ll also be surprised to learn of two people who had more fun than us on Monday afternoon.
On Tuesday morning I attacked Spud’s desk. I filled two large bags with stuff from school, Christmas (2012), much small change, more Christmas (2011), books he was supposed to have returned after his GCSEs last year and even more Christmas (2010). I don’t know why I buy him cheap stocking fillers if he’s just going to leave them lying around and never use them.
Once rested and lunched, I moved the desk. It is small and light and I had no trouble. The eight p.m. exhausted sleep I fell into was induced by exposure to Spud’s dormant past, I’m sure.
I spent all afternoon – having had the foresight to walk the dogs early and grab something easy from the freezer for that evening’s dinner – happily arranging my desk. When I came in on Wednesday morning, the Hub had left me a love note to start me off as I ought to go on – smiling; and loved.
Note the cow. Perfecting Motherhood blogged about the Yahoo purple cow, which I loved. She suggested I have one in my space. I promised to get one. I drew this. I don’t have a purple pen so I coloured it blue because he’s Fresian… If you can’t read the writing, it is entitled, The Cow Who Mooed Because He Cud.
It is now Thursday and the novelty has not worn off. Moo.
NO! Don’t let the novelty wear off! BRAVO!
ps. Can you help me do this too?
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Sure! Just send me a plane ticket to Australia, and I’m there 🙂
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Une merveille de proprété. (A marvel of tidiness) Happy writing.
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Well, your space is improved, but I can’t imagine that the entertainment value of your work has much room for improvement. Happy writing to you, TB!
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I love the way you planned the filing. Now I need to know can people find stuff easily?
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They sure can!
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“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
I don’t know about the money part (although you seem very rich in the things that count), but you’ve certainly attained a lovely little room. 🙂 Write on!
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Rich in love; poor in pocket 🙂 I’d rather be that than the other way round!
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LOVE the blue cow! The only purple cow I know is the Milka one. Mmmm, Milka!
Love your new space.
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Congrats on the space. Looking forward to what it inspires!
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Wow … you don’t rest … that was quick .. and well organized too – Welcome home!
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Your very own writing space! How wonderful! It looks great! I have my very own writing space. It is the left-most side of my futon sofa, propped against three pillows against the left arm of the futon with the laptop balanced on my lap (of course) and my knees. When I’m not writing, the laptop sits on the coffee table. This is my office. I have a desk, but it is filled with boxes. I should clean it off. However, this way, I can watch the morning news while I troll the blogs and write my blog and answer my emails. I can multitask. I quite like my little multipurpose office. But your is beautiful, too.
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You sound well-organised! I think we all love our personal spaces, don’t we?
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This has nothing to do with this blog, I just wanted to share something with you. Please follow this link I think you’ll like it: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wallhangingsrus/6843458392/. Have a nice day!
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Oh my! Droooooooooooooooooooool! Thanks 😀
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Thought you might like it. LOL
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Now about your blog — congratulations! A space of one’s own — totally awesome. Happy writing!
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That is so wonderful, Tilly. I am happy for you.
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congrats..it has started off neat and tidy. But will it stay that way? happy writting , now that you have your own space
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It most certainly will! I have always had a neat desk (when I’ve had a desk) 🙂
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I meant writing
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😀
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wonderful to see you all “mooo”ved in.
that was awful.
I’ll show myself out 🙂
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Come back! come back! I need someone to deal with the spider!
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Congrats on your new nest!! Looks great. So neat! Be sure to give us another picture in a month from now. 🙂 Just sayin’ …
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Good idea! I will.
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I love the space! You have the same desk as the baby girl, she loved it and she was disappointed that she couldn’t bring it with her to college. I enjoyed the side story of your impressive organizational skills at the vicarage. 😀
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It was my Mum’s desk, so it has special meaning for me. Daft to feel that way about a bit of plywood, but so it is 🙂
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Congrats on your new space…enjoy!
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The only purple cow I know of is the subject of this poem, which I feel I have always known (maybe since secondary school).
I’ve never seen a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow
I’d rather see than be one.
🙂
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I haven’t heard that for years! Thanks for the smile and happy memory 🙂
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Can I explain something about cows? They are female cattle. If they are male they are bulls -. Unless castrated, then they are bullocks. 🙂
Only one letter missing
(runs and hides…..)
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I knew if anyone would pick it up, it would be you 🙂
I noticed my mistake on the last read-though but I decided to leave it as is because any excuse for people to laugh at me is welcome. 😀
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Sorry!
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Not at all! Keeps me on my toes 🙂
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Love personal writing spaces. Now if only I could write creatively. Unfortunately, all my creativity was killed by working for the government for all those years. I mean who knew Frisian cows were blue? Dianne
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Damn government!
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Hooray! 😎
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Tilly, I want to come up with an intricately easy filing system… you made it sound like fun! 😀
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It’s like wallpapering – preparation is more than half the battle 🙂
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You have been a very busy bee, Tilly. We expect great things of you. 😀
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Somewhere in the Old Testament, God called the women of Bashan “cows” for several reasons, one of which was that they told their husbands to fetch them a drink.
Now, if I ask my husband to get me even a glass of water, he moos at me.
Just so you’d not feel alone. 🙂
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And the award for bizarre fact of the week goes to… yoo!
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Love the cow! 🙂
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Congratulations… A room, a view, a space of your own! 🙂
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Well, no view, really, unless I turn around, climb over the bed and squeeze between the boxes. But the wallpaper is nice 🙂
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No moving poem about your move? Enjoy the writing space.
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I never thought of writing one!
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Happy Writing, Tilly (I won’t mention the spider) Are those collections your writing? Am also intrigued by the book of poetry titled ‘Staying Alive’.
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Yes, they are. Now that I have somewhere to work, I am sorting through them properly, for submission.
Staying Alive is the first in a trilogy of poetry anthologies. It was a gift from Earlybird who, sadly, no longer blogs.
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Good! Would love to read more of your poetry. Had a look at the link and am sold! It is the kind of poetry I really enjoy and the first poem is by Denise Levertov, whose work I love. Thanks.
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