If I were a laptop I would say that at the moment I have no RAM, my processor is kaput and my operating system doesn’t support updates.

I’m not in the right headspace to have to think about a research paper. The more I think about it the more I just want to make, but my chunking approach to life means that I have to deal with this before I can entertain anything else.

At the end of the day, it’s just a draft – a draft is inherently subject to change.

What intrigues me? Initially it was the fallibility of memory. Then it was maps and the act of mapping. But do either of these interest me that much or are they just a passing fad? Is there anything which will make this exercise a pleasure and not the chore I suspect it will be? I’ve decided that I have the attention span of a gnat, that I am fickle in that I am interested in something intensely for a period of time and then I get bored and move on, that I am impatient and probably at times a bit lazy – isn’t life too short to have to work at making sense of academic writings which seem to have been written in such a way as to make them inaccessible to anyone but the most ardent of readers? I’m increasingly of the view that if you want me to do something, make it easy for me; that’s the approach I adopt with others.