It’s been so long since I wrote anything at all that I thought I’d try to smash out a quick blog before breakfast (regardless of its quality).
I’m coming to realise that it is impossible to do two things at once.
Multi-tasking is a myth. Probably propagated by the patriarchy to keep us women busy and out of the way while they waste their time fighting over things and being greedy.
Having a toddler is fun. Endless hours of fun. It is also the hardest thing I’ve ever done! It’s so demanding. Previously I had so much beautiful free time and peace and quiet that I often squandered it watching box sets and staring at my phone.
Oh to have those hours back. I now have to get up at 5am to have any hope of achieving anything before my brain turns to mush by 11am.
I’m not wishing it away, I’m using my new meditation skills to ‘be present’ and appreciate the moment I am in (which, incidentally is the only place that happiness is to be found) but it is hard not to pine for those halcyon Candy Crush days…
Nonetheless. This old night owl turned early bird has a few tricks up her sleeve. A few previously recorded songs so far unreleased and a few poems-in-waiting. Not enough for a collection yet, but some day.
My main problem at the moment is the novel. It is living inside me like a parasite, sapping my energy and depleting my enjoyment of the everyday; I have to get it out! So my aim for this year is to write for an hour a day. To just begin. I’ve been putting it off for years because I know it’s going to be difficult. But if I don’t make a start it’ll still be lurking in there with its tiny icepick, chipping away at me, so I’d really better get on with it.
If you don’t hear from me for a few months, I’ll be at my desk.