Well, my new year’s gift has been more work – that is, extra days rostered to dress up like an Elizabethan servant and tell thousands of people about the social history of William Shakespeare and his world. Fab – really grateful and pleased. Yet it has left me with a bit of a problem. I have so little time to write now, I’m having to squeeze it in on the days I’m not working. Having said that, this might be fortuitous. I always write better when I have a deadline (I think most people are the same). When I had all the time in the world to write – somehow I managed to faff around getting very little done. Being short of time focuses the mind wonderfully and so I seem to be getting a fair bit of writing down in the cracks in the day. But something will no doubt be sacrificed – I’d love to say it is housework – but I sacrificed that long ago when I realised it wasn’t a skill or pastime I wanted to develop. What I am finding is that I seem to get less time to read now and that simply isn’t on.
So my new year’s resolution (yes, I know it’s a little late) is to schedule my life better. Now this sounds appalling – who would want their life scheduled? (Well, I suppose Her Majesty’s life is one long schedule but then there are compensations!) Is there something wrong with me that I like the idea of having a schedule for my day? A little sad perhaps? Not at all – I’m a bit of a control freak, as I think I may have mentioned before, and need to know exactly what I am doing at a particular time. So, I aim to ensure that no time is wasted; every moment of my life will count for something. I will not waste a moment and most important of all, I will not be distracted by the internet… no matter how tempting.
Happy New Year to you all – out there – if there’s anyone reading this…
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