Surely Time management can only work if you have Time in the first place?
I got up nice and early this morning, full of vim and verve, ready to crack on with my book, ‘Evhen & Uurth.’ (It’s a working title so it can be excused for the time being.) I had two hours before I’d have to go out to work – I’m a self-employed dog walker, or Pet Professional as I rather snootily prefer – and I’d planned on addressing the following with my characters who have been stranded around page #80 for the past several months:
- I needed to rouse De’Ath from his drunken stupor and help him get his shit together;
- I needed to work on the character of Corolious the raven as he sets flight on his first errand. He was to be my main character when I started out, but I’ve found others have somehow developed into stronger personalities already;
- I had prepare Four Fingers Freddy and Radnor Park for their journey into the Mountains of Gaarg;
- I had a couple of things in mind for Shorty le Boeuf and his, ‘assistant,’ Biffa. A peaceful hour or so would let me decide their next move;
- Junior God, Ancor, and his small team at Soul Nourishment were about to be placed in a very awkward and embarrassing situation.
So here’s what I did:
- I cleaned and disinfected the hallway floor after one of my elderly cats puked all over it;
- I prepared my business invoices for tomorrow;
- I spent an age texting various people after two members of my tennis team advised injuries and unavailability for our match at the weekend;
- I was very short-tempered with two telephone cold-callers;
- I spent fifteen minutes on Facebook – obviously.
- I had breakfast;
- I went to work.
I was quiet at work today. I finished early and returned home full of vim and verve, ready to crack on with my book, ‘Evhen & Uurth.’
And now I’m writing this blog post and listening to Led Zepplin, cranked up to eleven.
Hey ho – tomorrow’s another day.