This morning I began a long, rambling post about fame and success which got stuck in several bogs and dead ends, so I’ve abandoned that and started again. Today I did a bit of sorting out and discovered a pile of old notebooks in an ottoman beside the bed. I don’t often delve into the ottoman because it’s basically my bedside table and is covered in such useful items as earplugs, a pumice stone, a water bottle, an inhaler and a tablet dispenser filled with thyroxin, all nestling between heaps and heaps of books. There’s a lot of sweeping clear to be done before I can look inside, hence I only do so about once a year. And lo! I discovered a laptop bag full of old diaries. I got briefly excited in the hope that there might also be old poetry books too, but there were none; sadly these are all in storage as I feared. I was really hoping to find some because I need some more poems to bring my collection up to 60 pages, but I’ll just have to use what I’ve got. There’s nothing wrong with it – quite the contrary – but I just have the impression that it may not be what the publishers are looking for. But we’ll see.
So of course when I find an old diary I can never resist having a look through. As I said the other day it’s interesting to find out what my preoccupations were. What was I thinking in 2006? What was I feeling? What were my anxieties? I seem to have been exercised by Ofsted at one point; at another point to have walked out of a church service because I felt disconnected from it, then sitting in a cafe and pondering joining the Quakers; a week later I was preoccupied by waiting to hear from someone called Cheryl (I have no idea who Cheryl was) I was also writing about Sound Cafe, a homeless project where I was resident poet, and always, always moaning about not having time to write. This was a perpetual problem in those days, with two home-educated children, part-time peripatetic teaching work and preparing to run a teacher-training course. Summer and Christmas were my times for reflection and writing, and they were never long enough. Thankfully this is not a problem I have now.
So that was interesting. I’ve put the notebooks on my bookshelf now and I’m trying to decide what should go in the ottoman.
Christmas-wise I’ve written the cards but not posted them, bought the presents and finished knitting Maisie’s hat and mittens. I’m very pleased with them.
What have you been up to?
3 thoughts on “Second Time Lucky”
I’m sure you would find my routine very boring, but I tend to be a bit of a butterfly, these days; I like to have a project, which can stretch out for weeks, or even months at a time, but there never seems to be enough time for everything, so I have to shoehorn other tasks, which I try not to regard as obligations, for obvious reasons, into this somewhat lax schedule. I like to send new content to my Wilfred Books blog as often as I can, in the vain hope that this might interest a new reader or two in buying Black Shirt and Smoking Beagles [note to self: reminder post needed to suggest as Christmas present, in contravention of my stated views], so I have a few book reviews in preparation, in addition to sharing posts from other blogs that are relevant to writing & publishing. Otherwise, I like to keep tinkering away at the code for a blog I’ve created on my personal website; there are actually 2, just to complicate matters [glutton for punishment, or what?], because the main site, of which the blog is only one section, isn’t mobile-friendly, so I wrote an alternative, standalone blog, using the same content, that is. Check it out, if you feel so inclined: http://www.jonrisdon.co.uk/blog/alt_blog.html It’s not fancy [yet, anyway] but the important thing is that it works [please do tell me if you experience any problems, however], and it’s all my own work. 😀
Oh, and I really should put together a new showreel, in the vain hope that it might bring in some decent acting work, but with things being the way they are at the moment, I don’t think that’s a priority: it’s a round tuit job 😉
And what is Black Shirt and Smoking Beagles?
Ah! I used to have a round tuit… I took a look at the blog, is there a space for comments?