The fish tank has leaked over the bookshelves forcing me to examine the damp books and make some difficult decisions, and take action…
Clean and move the tank. Why am I keeping it? Do I enjoy the fish? I feel sorry for it swimming around and around its boring glass box.
Read the Gestalt book Risking Being Alive, and do the exercises; read Griffin and Sabine again and think about why I like it. The rest of the books could go – back to their owner, into the book sale box, and on my writing reference shelf.
When am I going to start writing again? Why have I stopped?