It has been a long while since I last posted, many apologies to all. Especially to those who had begun to make reading my blog a habit. I had a cold that dragged on and on, and by the time it was done, I had completely fallen out of the blogging habit. And so followed the usual pattern of good habits being hard to make, and especially hard to remake, so here I go…
But on the front of the procrastination station of non-blog writing on my writing (which by the way has been moving steadily forward, like an iceberg into the Titanic, but more on that later), my beloved BF sent me this inspiring article in Slate on how Kafka was one of the truly great procrastinators, and it has given me a spark of hope. Procrastination may not be all bad… alternatively, I could try getting the BF to tie me to my writing chair akin to Italian author Vittorio Alfieri, pictured above. I have not yet ruled that one out entirely.
Today is my nephew’s second birthday. It’s also the start of the 6 nations Rugby Tournament and the long awaited day of a pulled-pork extravaganza that a couple of friends in North London have been slow roasting overnight. It is also day 2 of my belated-resolutions. Life is busy.
The first thing I did this morning was bake the cupcakes (as per the picture attached) that I promised to bring to the party for my nephew’s birthday. I’m not the best baker, but I think that they don’t look half bad. So after burning myself on the oven, Icing and decorating 20 cupcakes and driving to and from the rockin’ party of a just-turned-two year old. I have missed the Wales-Ireland game and probably part of the England-Scotland game to fulfil my promise to myself to write an entry in my blog everyday for 100 days (from the day the blog started). I had to take the time out now because by the time I make it to the pulled pork/ watching rugby fiesta in North London, that will be me occupied until the early hours.
Although this is unlikely to be the most quality blog post of all time, or particularly relevant to my craft of writing, I feel very virtuous in continuing my commitment to blog. Application of arse to seat for writing purposes and point 4 of my belated-resolutions (i.e. exercise) to commence tomorrow.
Posted in Inspiration, Things I Like, Writing
Tagged Birthday, Blogging, England, London, North London, Pulled pork, resolutions, Scotland, Writing
Ah, the sweet sight of resolutions falling by the wayside. They say that 88% of resolutions fail before the 6th January. So this year, I resolved not to make any firm resolutions until 31st January. The reasoning for this was two-fold. The first was so that I wouldn’t be part of a statistic for the masses (I would have a far more exclusive statistic of my own devising), and the second was that the hype of new years resolutions would have died down, and perhaps that would make me look at it more like creating a new habit that making some grandiose gesture. It’s fuzzy logic I know, but that’s how my mind works.
So, this being the case, happy belated-resolutions day, one and all!
I had a working list of resolutions over Christmas, so here are the new habits and a few specific aims for 2013:
1. Bloggety blog blog blog: Start blogging, and post at least one entry a day for 100 days. Thereafter post frequently and consistently.
2. Finish that novel: Write 1,000 words a week for Four and Twenty Blackbirds.
3. Slam it! Start performing poetry again (it may even get the poetry flowing once more.)
4. Exercise is necessary for the mind and body: get fit, and keep fit, exercise 3-4 times a week to get into good shape.
5. Excess baggage: eat well and lose those last few pounds.
6. The great balancing act: analyse working life and make sure that its going in a direction that I want to head into.
7. A penny saved: Have a look at finances and draw up a budget.
8. Catching the first worm: Get up early in the morning (or stay up all night) to watch the sunrise over the sea with BF.