Well, this is all fun, isn’t it?
If you don’t live in the UK, you may not know what I’m talking about, but for the those of us who do: WTF just happened please?
You did not get your usual Friday Review last week, and I will be utterly honest about why: I couldn’t take my eyes off the telly. One minute we were all voting in a General Election, and the next minute, the news just got a little more bizarre every time I blinked. To summarise, our Prime Minister called an election to increase her mandate, sat back and smugly expected to walk it with hardly any campaigning at all, and then found she lost her majority and now must make a pact with the devil to get any legislation through parliament. And this only a week before Brexit negotiations with the EU start. Of course, by the time I’ve pressed the ‘publish’ button on this post, there could have been a whole new paradigm shift, and we’ll be having another general election in another 6 weeks etc etc.
Take nothing as read, people. We are through the Looking Glass.
In the face of all this, I’ve decided (to purloin a suspicious Tory slogan) ‘to go back to basics’. Take one day at a time. One job at a time.
I’ve found lately that making even a week’s worth of plans in this maelstrom can be self-defeating. Not when my body and my brain are caught up in the uncertainty swirling around at the moment (politically, and in my own life). So my plan is this:
- Take one day at a time.
- Write every day.
- Do the things that need doing.
Sure foundations, as every little pig knows, are what keep us going in the uncertain times. So every day, I look at what needs doing – the washing, the cleaning, the doctors appointment – and do those things. Get them out of the way. See to Life. Get the ducks in a row.
And then I write.
Sometimes its just a bit. Sometimes its a lot. Sometimes its something new. Sometimes its finishing something old thats been hanging about, annoying me for ages. Sometimes it is writing practice. Sometimes it is a personal essay. Sometimes its just all the pages in my journal that I need to cover to get the s**t out my head so I’m not a complete basket case.
Every day. Just a little bit. And only for that day.
I can do this, if I just do today.
If I didn’t write yesterday, there’s nothing I can do about that now. And tomorrow will take care of itself. So I’m just getting my ducks lined up for today, thank you.
(And maybe if I can line enough ducks up, for enough days, I’ll have a novel at the end of it. But I’m not thinking about that now.)
If you are in the same boat, you might find this podcast on prioritising your writing from Sarah Werner useful.