.....what I really, REALLY want..... is a self-cleaning workroom.
In an ideal world, as soon as I close the door at the end of each day, a miraculous metamorphosis would take place and my habitual creative chaos would be restored to a neat and orderly blank canvas, ready for the whole process to begin again the next day.
I try, I really do, to maintain at least a modicum of clear space on my desk. However perhaps I should declare that in my case, a 'modicum' might refer to an area no larger than 2 inches square.
When I walked into the workroom this morning, it was clear, even to me, that my modicum of clear space was non-existent and it was going to be impossible to do anything in such a guddle.
So I've spent the past few hours having a tidy-up.
There are times when restoring order to my work space is positively cathartic, as it doesn't require much by way of creative or original thought. It's purely a matter of putting things back in their rightful place and gradually revealing my square metre of desktop, a process not unlike excavating an archaeological dig. Gradually the layers of detritus are removed, catalogued and archived, until I finally discover a treasure more desirable than the most valuable ancient artifact.
A perfectly pristine, clear desk.
I'm not quite there yet, but it's only a matter of time. Time, which I have to keep reminding myself, is fast running out. However, I seem to have inadvertently discovered a new form of displacement activity..... tidying and cleaning.