Clutter in the Loft

 Clearing the Clutter

It's a job we all mean to do - clearing the clutter from our homes.  Sheila Walker (57) my protagonist in Novel 1 (written but as yet unpublished) tackles this job.  Her eldest daughter, Lily-Anne is getting married and needs something that's stored in the family home's loft.  Retrieving it Sheila sees the mess and is determined to tackle it.  In doing so she gets more out of it than she bargained for.  

I wonder what you would find in your loft space?  Having just moved house I had hoped that downsizing would see rather less between the new rafters but alas it still seems to be a lot of 'stuff'.

We have sold things, given items to charity and thrown stuff away.  But when a home has more than one occupant, the amount of 'stuff' is doubled, trebled, quadrupled etc.  Many a bag or box goes into that space without a label so sifting through to find something becomes a bind. 

I am guessing like me you would probably find old school books, childrens toys, curtains, rugs, boxes of bank statements/bills etc., spare kettles or toasters; folding chairs; things to be mended; material; Christmas decorations and the tree in your loft?  My husband and I have numerous framed pictures which we know will never be on the walls again; and ornaments too never again to adorn shelves or window ledges. They too must go! Letting go of memorabilia is not always easy.

A loft can be a problem area of the house in other ways - squirrels, rats, bats, bees, flies etc can become unwanted residents.  Or they can be a delightful conversion space for a spare bedroom or office.  

Only one property I lived in temporarily, didn't have a loft.  This was in a village flat roofed house in Paphos, Cyprus, where there was very little storage space too.  However, as our UK property was rented out whilst we were away for 6 years, all our worldly goods/treasurers/junk was locked away in the roof space, the hatch battoned down for safe keeping.  On return it was some time before it saw the light of day again.  An access ladder was installed, flooring fitted and an electric light to make it safer to mooch about in.  Part of Sheila's story was inspired by my own experience though I love how it differs as my imagination took on Sheila's life.  

 

 

A Feather on the Doormat

A Feather on the Doormat

No, it's not a book title.  Though it could be.  But it's not the title of my (as yet unpublished) first novel.  

I have blogged my novel writing progress over the years: showing you my writing space; blogging about courses I've attended; books I've read etc etc.  I know some of you share my hope that one day my book will be published and available for you to read having spent so much time in the writing, editing, re-reading, editing again and again, sending off to publishers and agents and I am now 50,000 words into its sequel. 

So what's this about the feather?  A white feather on a doormat.  If you found this on your return home what would you think/feel?   This feather on the doormat is found by my protagonist, Sheila Walker, and is to her a sign from her departed mother.  A feather appears at special moments throughout her life that comforts her, encourages her, 'speaks' to her.  Sheila talks to her mum in her head and on this occasion does not receive a clear message back.  She needs to do something, but not quite sure what.  She commences on a quest to find out, acting on impulses and instinct.  It leads to a clearer headspace, a tidier home and eventually a change of direction.  Intrigued?  I hope so.  I will blog some more snippets later, so watch this space.

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Perhaps you have lost a loved one and have had a similar experience?  A robin, a butterfly, a flowering rose on the anniversary of the death of someone close.  Or a whisper on the wind, an inner sense of the deceased being near, a warm breeze rubbing past your shoulder.  There are many different believed signs of life beyond our earthly one.  I hope you find comfort by such occasions in times of grief.

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I know for some people feathers would evoke fear - the fear of feathers is called 'Pteronophobia' and the irrational fear of being tickled by feathers brings about a very high anxiety state, from the mere thought, let alone the action which would undoubtedly lead to a panic attack.  They would be likely to avoid places where they will be in contact with or see feathers ie. a bird park, avairy or visiting anyone with a pet parrot or budgerigar. Perhaps you know someone like this?

However, I hope for you, like me, feathers are lovely to see.  Soft, gentle, reminders of nature and beautiful birds.  Something to sink your head into - a pillow full of duck down, or cover you at night with a feathered quilt.  Perhaps your sofa cushions are feather filled or you have a 'dream catcher' in your window with the feathers blowing in the breeze?  Perhaps you will notice feathers more often after reading this blog?  Do let me know in the comments box below or via Twitter @tweetsue13.