Just spent a couple of hours organising my email folders. I know you should never delete anything, but I have. I deleted quite a number of folders, and I slotted a lot of folders into other folders. Or just deleted them.
I’ve kept all of my contacts, but the individual emails, I’ve just pressed delete. Gets to the point where most of the stuff you’re keeping is just a weight on your shoulders. I’m not Google. I don’t need to store data.
The number of emails I’ve just deleted is quite huge. It tells me how much time I spend online.
“All stories are about redemption, or the abyss.”
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Do you know that feeling you have, when you’re dreaming but then you’re suddenly aware that it’s a dream, and shortly after, you wake up?
I’ve got that feeling now. And it’s not a dream.
The Shakers. A collection of short stories.
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The plan is this: write, play music, be fit.
Everything else is propaganda.
I have a need for less, a desire to reduce what I have and what I do – what a pal calls decluttering. But I’m not convinced there’s an end point. I don’t know I’ll ever reach a place where all I have is the bare minimum that I need and want.
But I dream of a place where I have just enough. And nothing more.
Lily emailed to ask me about the star sign of a character in a story I’d written, and I didn’t know. Lily was pretty expert on the topic, so I’ve suggested that she do a reading of the character and let me know.
When I find out, I’ll add it to the story.
‘So I read that story of the month,’ she said, and I knew what was coming. ‘Was it..?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Well, not completely, but mainly, yes.’
She smiled to herself, pleased by this, I think, but I’m not totally sure because the way she processes information is opaque to me. I can see thoughts flicker, just behind her expression, but what those thoughts are, I can never fathom.
Stupidly, all I could think to say was, ‘Did it read well?’ because that was the important thing. Obviously.
Dealer No. 1 is drafted, finally, after all this time and three separate runs at it. I’ve just used up the last of my printer ink to put it on paper.
Chatting with Lishman today he made a couple of suggestions about the text that I wouldn’t normally have considered, especially the one concerning the geography of the story, but together with the second suggestion, something in the distance rang like a bell and I thought, yes, that will work.
Now for the redraft.