OK, a confession: I missed my blogging slot here last month. In fact, I didn't miss it at all, which was part of the problem: I didn't even notice that I hadn't written anything. And here I am this month, later than I should be. I think it's time to face the truth - I am a disorganised mess.
At the wonderful Folly Farm Winter Warmer weekend last November, Kelly McKain led a session about working too hard that really resonated with me. She reminded us that we should make time to play, in amongst all our hard graft, because it's partly through play that we refill our creativity. I've become a bit better at that this year - this week, I spent an evening in Montmartre, 1899, taking part in Secret Cinema's Moulin Rouge - but I am still working hard. And the knock-on effect of that is that I'm starting to drop some of the plates I'm spinning. I am getting more and more disorganised. One of these days, I will not be somewhere I am supposed to be and then I will feel terrible.
I'm not totally sure what the answer is. I could pay someone to manage my diary for me, and give me a list of things I need to do, but I think I might struggle to relinquish what little control I have left. Weirdly, I think I was better organised when I still had a day job and only wrote a few days a week. Those few days at the day job were usually when I managed my writing diary and answered emails - now, I often see emails as an irritation and put off answering them as long as possible. And I dither and procrastinate a lot more too. Is it simply because my brain thinks I have more time to write, so I can afford to spend three hours looking at dancing kittens?
So, I guess what I want to know is, what are your top tips for being better organised? How do you keep all your plates spinning and make time to play too? Is there any hope for me?
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