"...A tagarene shop was a kind of junk shop, sometime specialising in old clothes but often carrying a much wider range of miscellaneous oddments, particularly marine scrap. The tagarene man who ran it did much of his trade with ships..."
Well my whole house, not just my desk has been like a tagarene shop this week. We're being 'converted' to gas central heating and our tiny bungalow has been turned upside down as storage heaters have been ripped out, and shiny new radiators put in, together with a new, sleek boiler, and what seems like several hundred metres of copper piping. We're still waiting for the places where the storage heaters used to be to be 'made good' and painted, before we can put the furniture back in place, and for the shelves to be replaced in the airing cupboard. (At the moment, all my clean clothes are in plastic bags in the bedroom.) None of this is helping the fact that I'm due to fly to America for the first time, in a week, to meet up with a writer friend. So as well as living in a 'tagarene' I'm desperately trying to get myself organised and make sure I don't forget anything.
What has all this to do with writing? I hear you ask. Well, to be honest, nothing much, although it's my excuse for being so late putting up my post this month, (Apologies) but it did occur to me that sometimes our writing can be a bit of a 'tagarene', with ideas whirling around in our minds with no sense or order, until we sit down at our desk and start writing them down, slowly making sense of all those ideas and whipping them into what we hope will be the perfect story, making order out of chaos.
I just hope I'll be able to restore some order to the chaos that is my little home, as well, before I leave for foreign parts!
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