Forward and back
Ahhhhh, January, welcome back. With the last precious few days of my holiday running out, I’m fighting off the organising-the-year blues (insurances, taxes, gym, house maintenance) & trying to make the most of what I gots while I gots it.
“The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year.”
— John Foster Dulles
This is the first time in a long time I haven’t had anything BUT the novel to play with. Hurrah! There’s a few small other things on the horizon, but right now I’m trying to insert some coherence into the final act (you know me — endings, right? bleurgh). And then next week I get to work out how to fit the writing around a (temporarily) full-time job again. Which isn’t a bad problem to have. It means the bank account gets fed for a while.
It’s kinda like that problem of being trapped in a pub for three days. I mean, sure, you maybe had other plans, but there’s still plenty of drinking to be done.
I entirely forget why I started this post.