Today, a clean sweep. I have filled six dustbin bags with my work and shoved them out with the rubbish. Just now the lorry has come with its powerful teeth chomping through book proposals, drafts of novels, and the associated research. Sometimes I looked at the writing and the kind and encouraging comments from my agents but mostly I just plunged on determinedly not thinking very much about anything at all.
My noticeboard is clear now. The book piles slightly reduced but still too high. It's time to start on something else.