If I don’t make lists, I forget things. I forgot to do guest blog for the Mad Hatter. (Really sorry MH). Will try to do better next time.
How would you know that you’d forgotten something, if you’d forgotten it?
Now I have to make lists.
It might have something to do with the fact that I’m an associate lecturer teaching two subjects in an accelerated course (three trimesters over the year instead of two semesters).
It might have something to do with the fact that we are renovating our house at the same time. (Three of our six children have moved out and we’re going to sell and buy something smaller before they can move back home).
It might have something to do with the fact that I just organised a national workshop for RWA and have another one in the planning stage.
Or that I’m trying to write another book by the end of the month to send off to ROR (my writing group). Then I have to read all their books and write reports on them in time for the World SF Con, which will be held in Melbourne this year. Yay.
And on top of this I can’t wait to get back to the trilogy I’ve just sold to Solaris.
Why do I have to sleep? I could get so much done, if I didn’t have to sleep.
I dream of running away to a monastery (not a religious one, a writing monastery), where I sit at my desk and write, and no one asks me to drive them to work, or take them shopping, or what’s for dinner. Sigh…
Everyone I talk to seems to be running on the spot, to stop from going backwards. Are we all taking on too much?