Solidarity Forever, comrades! October is already shaping up to be a great month, with two new tomes to add to the home. I’ve been after a Chambers’ thesaurus for aeons, and an almost-forgotten Gift Voucher [thank you Trish + Allen] allowed that to happen. Chambers is the sort of thesaurus that could build fall-out shelters with if you had enough of them – a prospect which we might have to consider before too long, sadly – it’s got a very pleasing “Word-lovers Gallimaufry” section on collective nouns, weasel words, manias, collectors and more.
The top book is, of course, October by the ever impressive China Mieville, a story of the Russian Revolution published by Verso*, hunted for me by my better (and much prettier) other half on one of her artist expeditions to the Great Canker, London – and it’s a signed copy, too! 😀
* The Place I Would Give Various Body Parts and Possibly Cake to Work at…
I shouldn’t admit to this, but there are a worrying amount of my out-mails that start something like “Given current time commitments, It may take a couple of days to get back to you…” It is an eternal bugbear, and one of the many rocks which I throw myself against. The urge to apologise for not being digitally available 24/7 is always there, possibly not helped by a writer’s sense of shame at ever having the audacity to grub words onto the page at all.
I know I must be terrible at time management. It’s a thing. I am working on it. Apparently I am not the only one however, as my sister-in-law once complained about “the [INSERT FAMILY NAME HERE] time” – which, I am informed is always approximately ten minutes on either side of late or early.
I wonder if time management is a biological trait. I wonder if, way back when, us [INSERT FAMILY TIME] were always the ones to turn up to the mammoth hunt halfway through, or else the day previously. Mea culpa, mea culpa.
Daily notebooking helps. Project guides help. Caffeine definitely helps.
But then, I also have to wonder if it’s a part of the digital landscape that we occupy now. If the precarity of the Freelancer’s position is one that we have to make ourselves far more available than we would have 10yrs ago? My projects extend across the globe, and can be measured in GMT, PDT, CDT, CET, PHT and of course that ever-helpful UTC (Universal Temporal Chaos). I wonder about creating a sort of Freelancer’s Clock like the very sobering Doomsday Clock that I could display at the top of every email; the guage set to either Dangerous, Critical, Nervous Collapse, or SEND HALLP.
But then I realize that I still have work to do, and the coffee won’t drink itself.
Sometimes ~ writing is poetry. You’re sitting in a car with the window down and the breeze in your hair. You’re moving forwards faster than you do back, and still the future looks full of possibilities.
Sometimes ~ writing feels like a load of lumpen, haphazard shit waiting together; standing in line with a bunch of strangers for a bus as the rain pours down, and no one knows if or when it will ever arrive.
Between these two, my work flows.