Man this is bonkers.
Tomorrow I have to leave the yard in the horsebox at 07.00 and trundle the lorry across Oxfordshire to the M40 then, just south of Birmingham, take the M6 northwards.
The first stop will be Stoke-on-Trent where I’ll pick up Tom. Then we will head southwards but this time I’ll branch off on to the M5 where…
The second stop will be in Worcestershire, to get Tom measured for his erm made-to-measure saddle, and get him fitted for a bridle and martingale. Then we will head across country to…
The third stop, which will be back to the yard, where I’ll unload Tom and settle him in to his new home. When I’m happy that everything’s OK I’ll head on to…
The fourth stop, back home for a quick shower and change and then on to…
The fifth stop, The Jericho Tavern in Oxford, where we’re interviewing the band, just prior to the gig.
The sixth stop will be back home where I’ll just fall in to bed unconscious.
Somewhere this week I have to find sufficient time to:
* finish a storyboard for a film script
* finish a script for a radio play
* finish a rewrite of the first three chapters and
* tidy up the last chapter of Novel #2.
On Tuesday I have a meeting in Oxford, Wednesday I have a meeting in Witney and an evening class back in Oxford.
I’m not sure what, if anything, is happening on Thursday and Friday yet, but looking at the list of writing I’ve got to do, I don’t think filling my time is going to be too much of a challenge!
Too busy, just way too busy.
Bloody hell, how busy is your world? That’s madness.
Yeah, but doesn’t all that get in the way of earning an honest crust?
That is scary busy. I need a sit down just reading that….
You need to do less so you can do what you do well.