Monday, 3 May 2010
Creativity is fraught with difficulties. Whilst writing this afternoon, the cat walked on the keyboard, adding a strange set of code words which didn't add to the quality of the writing, then my foot wobbled the desk, which wobbled an overfull mug of camomile tea, which spilt onto my recently printed work. This is now lying on the carpet in the sunshine drying out, but is wrinkly. It does look more interesting though.