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Beware, beware, the editing chair
Time stretches in the moment of physical crisis
I had a little mishap on Friday. In the quiet torpor of domesticity came a brief and sudden moment of blood and mayhem that sent me scurrying to casualty.
It was in the warm hush of late afternoon. I was upstairs in my study, editing my manuscript on my desktop iMac. One final go at it before it is done, for better or worse. I often start to feel a bit sleepy at this time of day and that day was no exception. I felt myself starting to nod off but ignored it. Just another few minutes then I’m done. Big mistake.
You never know the moment you drop off to sleep. And this was only for a nanosecond. But enough time for my to slump back on my stool and tilt it over, going backwards. I was already fully awake as it started to fall.
There is problem with my expensive stool I bought from Etsy. It’s too middle class for its own good. It was built to order by a local carpenter. He constructs them out of wood from old whisky casks or barrels or whatever. Yeah, I told you. But don’t get me wrong. It’s a beautiful thing. Solidly constructed and built to last. But the damn thing is heavy. And top heavy. So it only needs to be slightly disturbed, moved a little off kilter, and it’s away. Gravity does all the rest. All the way down to the ground.
