The workspace hijack

22Mar13

In light of recent developments, mostly on the study front, I thought about issuing a statement amongst friends along the lines of: I’m going underground for a bit. By way of apology for being a bit shit. Shit at being sociable and keeping in touch. And just a bit shit in general. And then I remembered that I’m pretty much underground already, as far as extracurricular stuff goes. And probably more than just a little bit shit at all the stuff I’d like to be less shit at. So the memo’s sort of pointless.

I remember a while back my sister saying her personal comms fell by the wayside when a small person entered the fray. I commiserated, sort of, in an abstract way.

Please don’t consider this a blanket apology if you’re in any way on the receiving end of my shitness. If you are, I plan on one day joining you (maybe one day soon!), one on one, for one or several beverages in an adult-only environment, and I will issue you with your own unique, highly personalised, how-shit-am-I apology, retrospectively. Once I am less shit, less frazzled, less covered in shit (and by shit I don’t mean actual shit, just shit of the toothpaste and Weetbix variety smothered all down one arm unbeknownst to me until I’m sitting in a mid-morning meeting and happen to extend my peripheral vision beyond its usual bleary myopia), more Zen and more generally open-minded to happenings beyond my inbox/the kitchen/baby lunchbox/bill schedule. It’s gonna be awesome (and you may need to see me to my taxi afterwards, and possibly even pay for my taxi… and then I’ll issue you a whole new apology some time after).

Although I’m ever-resistant to baby pimping and mommy-blogging (but – disclaimer – I do love me a good mommy blog), please accept the following photo essay as an explanation of sorts.

Here is my home workspace, and a fairly good indication of its regular (read: daily) hijacking. Here is my excuse for every “What are you doing this weekend…?”  and “Are you still writing?” (Although admittedly the latter is a question  that gets asked less frequently these days.)

So your laptop's out of action. Big deal. Want a pen?

So your laptop’s out of action. Big deal. Want a pen?

So this email you need to send... just how important is it, really? I'll trade you 5 minutes of email time for an hour of YouTube Peppa Pig. Deal?

This email you need to send… just how important is it, really? I’ll trade you 5 minutes of email time for an hour of YouTube Peppa Pig. Deal? (Okay, kiddo, deal.)

So what do you call this, then? Notes for the next novel? This isn't a patch on that's not my puppy...

What do you call this, then? Notes for the next novel? This isn’t a patch on That’s not my puppy

So this is Windows 8? That's all very well, but how the hell do you log into this thing?

So this is Windows 8? That’s all very well, but how the hell do you log into this thing?

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3 Responses to “The workspace hijack”

  1. 1 LP

    Well, it appears I am the first one! I’m just reading and reading and thinking, “This is all very heartfelt, and quite sincere. But my! Katy is such a good writer.”

  2. 2 Tony Robinson

    I just love your little work mate. He seems to have plenty of ideas to offer.

  3. 3 Rebecca

    Love it, gorgeous xxx


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