I haven’t kept a list for years. Least of all ticked off my progress. And I understand the point of structure. I just don’t have it. Then today picking up my Zara pack of cut price sakes clothing I checked when the next would arrive. Then I saw my wicker shoe basket I ordered from John Lewis was in store and I realized. My phone apps were organizing me. My technologist was automatically creating a list. And guess what I am already addicted to my phone well I check it hourly. So what is that. That is beyond the point of fondness.
So moving from task to task as promoted by my phone I realized I’m keeping a list and my chaos living side saw this and rebelled with a cheeky coffee and cake. I relaxed. I enjoyed the silence more amongst my steady stream of productivity. The luxury of chaos felt infinitely more inspiring in the middle of order. And that is what chaps taught me about writing