Life never seems to go to plan.
Every new book I start, I intend to go through my research with a robot-like efficiency, then construct an infallible and beautiful structure to follow, from which I can write X-thousand words a day and finish my first draft in a matter of weeks.
Then I’ll be poorly, I’ll have to go visit people for the weekend, talk to people, do extra-curricular work activities, sleep… and the whole thing will go to pot. I don’t know why I don’t expect it any more, or why I don’t factor it in. Then I’ll feel guilty about missing targets, and everything will take even longer.
Many moons ago, back when I was young, fresh-faced and full of hope and bright ideas, I decided to start a podcast.
It has been fraught with error and dogged by misfortune.
From microphone issues to losing my voice, what I intended to take a month or two has stretched to almost a year!
You may think this is a filler blog, and in a way you’d be correct. I have been reading a very long and very good book for about three weeks now, in half hour snatches. I intended to have it as this week’s recommendation but alas, twas not to be. Similarly, I intended to have this post up on time, then…. got food poisoning? And was sick for a day and a half, hence…
Anyhoo, guess what! The podcast is finished, uploaded, and all available on this new podcast tab!
Hurrah! And now I’m going to eat some dry toast and feel sorry for myself.