Early Friday morning the Big Spoon caught me brainstorming Noor’s story again. This isn’t the current story, I said, this is the one after the one about the flood, which is next. And he said, very gently, if this is the story you keep coming back to, maybe it should be next. Oh, I said.
I broke my blogging streak at Christmas because, well, you gotta, and I haven’t really picked it up again in January and February. March will be cold but has a lot more daylight so I should be napping less in the coming few weeks, and I fully intend to use that saved time for writing sentences. And it’s still q1, I can still push towards my q1 goals.
What even were my Q1 goals? Growing food. Publishing. Learning about hydroelectricity.
Brian Aldiss: The Complete Short Stories : The 1950s (Kindle)
Saturday morning before work I flipped back to my journalling from the end of December, beginning of January, when I was brainstorming goals, and pulled out the things I looked as though I’d meant. Did you ever read a business organisation book called ‘The 12-week Year’? It’s pretty easy to summarise.
I spent all of Saturday 29th in monthly review mode, rereading The Twelve Week Year and skimming a couple of other business productivity books. I observe with kindness that they’re all, without fail, chatty repackagings of the Scrum framework.
Sunday is also a review day for me, and I will get better at sharing my Sunday reviews from now on because accountability. They’ll also get quicker if I follow the outline I have, rather than gazing at the stack of Think About This and waving my hands around.
In week nine I wrote fiction on three days, journalled on seven, kept all my external responsibilities, failed to watch any Netflix or Amazon shows, cooked, tidied and cleaned a reasonable amount, barely read anything. That isn’t a very balanced week. I bet more entertainment would result in more writing.
Let’s find out!