Well, most of my storage problems.
( the tiltle of this post is a lot less misleading than most every day in any tabloid )
Anyway, I have become so obsessed with where to store away the stuff that I'd put in an attic if I had one, that all my other problems have become coallesced with the storage issue.
( a brilliant, only-mildly-neurotic girlfriend who believes in devoting part of every day to mutual sexual healing, inspiration to write one novel and the next with gleeful intensity, a new, effective, diet that doesn't ban me ice cream, a brother to share my time at my mother's, the publisher that offers me a two-book + Hollywood movie deal, a weekly salon that... all this will become become possible once I have got rid of my boxes, or hidden them away. )
And that's the key - hiding them.
Actually most of the stuff than remains to be sorted is now in plastic milk-crate size boxes.
So all i have to do is (well, er, actually arrange for someone else to) build a hign enough plinth for the single, guest bed to sit on - and store the crates beneath it.
As long as there aren't so many crates for the plinth to scrape the ceiling...
Oh, it seemed a good idea still I started writing about it.
