Still getting to grips with this bog platform…

Here’s the rest of that post!

Time and again her technique produced results for her clients - they shifted out of their stuckness, and more often than not had some sort of ‘sock sorting’ revelation that provided the key to their profound healing.

So today I have abandoned any notion of writing excellence and I have spent the day cleaning up! It’s been great, I’ve done the dishes, 2 loads of washing, chased dust all around our modest 3 bed victorian terrace and cast out rubbish with brio and elan. (Sorry just clearing out some old style adjectives while I’m at it).

After all this cleaning I feel pleased with myself but I can’t pretend the throb of unfettered creativity is pulsing through my veins. Perhaps I just haven’t committed enough energy to my sock sorting activities. Or perhaps you actually have to sort out your socks for this remedy to take hold.

I am determined to give this my best shot. I will end this blog immediately and face down my sock drawer.

I may even make a sock puppet and use it to articulate my creative frustrations.

I’ll call it socky… oh lord…