A Silver-eye landed just outside my window and I watched it jumping around feeding amongst the foliage. Autumn is taking hold, and leaves are turning yellow. There's only a whisper of a breeze. A leaf floated to the ground, rocking from side to side in a mesmerising motion before being caught up in a sudden gust and carried off, out of sight.
It's great to have a view from my computer, but I'm so easily distracted. I go to hang a load of washing out, and can't walk past a patch of weeds without ripping them out. So a ten-minute interruption turns into an hour, when I finally remember that I was in the middle of writing paragraph six. I find it difficult sticking to a schedule, and not only that, I'm a procrastinator. I dilly dally and put things off.
I've started writing a book, and I'm so excited about this project. But to have any chance of a finished project, I knew I needed to get myself organised and have some sort of a routine. So I set to work preparing a schedule so that my commitments would be fulfilled and my interruption-free writing time would actually happen.
Tuesday and Thursday mornings are my times set aside for writing my book. A friend usually rings me five mornings a week, and I hated to disappoint her, but I let her know that Tuesdays and Thursdays were now to be my days for writing. My daughter visits sporadically whenever the whim takes her, so I also instructed her not to interrupt me on my two writing days. They are both happy with my undertaking, and leaving me to have those two days a week on my own.
So far, everything is working according to my plan. Occasionally, like yesterday, there are activities that occur during my allotted writing time, and I either can't, or don't wish to, avoid them. But that's OK - I don't intend to be inflexible.
I'm not getting all caught up in how difficult it is to get something published, I'm just going to take my time and thoroughly enjoy my writing, and will deal with the hard stuff when my book is written.
I'm so enthusiastic at the moment, that I wish I had a bush hut to retreat to for a few weeks to make a good start without the interruption of daily duties and people to tend to. But, given my circumstances, I'm managing quite well. I do get frustrated, though, when I have to leave ideas and words floating around my head without the time to get them recorded.
And there's the noise of traffic, the neighbour's radio, and phone interruptions. Lawn mowers, whipper-snippers, dogs and pedestrians. The church bells remind me of the time ticking away, and I remember I haven't figured out what I'm going to prepare for tea tonight; a couple of savoury biscuits with cheese and tomato would do me, but my other half has had a long hard day of physical work and needs a decent meal. Yes, a secluded bush hut would be wonderful - some isolation. But at least I can see greenery from my window; that's a bonus.
It's great to have a view from my computer, but I'm so easily distracted. I go to hang a load of washing out, and can't walk past a patch of weeds without ripping them out. So a ten-minute interruption turns into an hour, when I finally remember that I was in the middle of writing paragraph six. I find it difficult sticking to a schedule, and not only that, I'm a procrastinator. I dilly dally and put things off.
I've started writing a book, and I'm so excited about this project. But to have any chance of a finished project, I knew I needed to get myself organised and have some sort of a routine. So I set to work preparing a schedule so that my commitments would be fulfilled and my interruption-free writing time would actually happen.
Tuesday and Thursday mornings are my times set aside for writing my book. A friend usually rings me five mornings a week, and I hated to disappoint her, but I let her know that Tuesdays and Thursdays were now to be my days for writing. My daughter visits sporadically whenever the whim takes her, so I also instructed her not to interrupt me on my two writing days. They are both happy with my undertaking, and leaving me to have those two days a week on my own.
So far, everything is working according to my plan. Occasionally, like yesterday, there are activities that occur during my allotted writing time, and I either can't, or don't wish to, avoid them. But that's OK - I don't intend to be inflexible.
I'm not getting all caught up in how difficult it is to get something published, I'm just going to take my time and thoroughly enjoy my writing, and will deal with the hard stuff when my book is written.
I'm so enthusiastic at the moment, that I wish I had a bush hut to retreat to for a few weeks to make a good start without the interruption of daily duties and people to tend to. But, given my circumstances, I'm managing quite well. I do get frustrated, though, when I have to leave ideas and words floating around my head without the time to get them recorded.
And there's the noise of traffic, the neighbour's radio, and phone interruptions. Lawn mowers, whipper-snippers, dogs and pedestrians. The church bells remind me of the time ticking away, and I remember I haven't figured out what I'm going to prepare for tea tonight; a couple of savoury biscuits with cheese and tomato would do me, but my other half has had a long hard day of physical work and needs a decent meal. Yes, a secluded bush hut would be wonderful - some isolation. But at least I can see greenery from my window; that's a bonus.
2 comments:
Hi Gaye,
The book project sounds great, and it's great that you've created a routine around it - not an easy thing to do.
Can totally relate to the noisiness of working from home, with the traffic whizzing past as I write!
Cheers
Catherine
Hello Catherine,
thank you. Well, the routine isn't going to plan as yet, but there is hope. Trouble is, I take on too much and have to spread my time around several projects, but I am kept busy which is very healthy.
Cheers,
Gaye
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