No, it didn’t happen. Not yet.
It will, though. Soon. Maybe.
The quiet, reflective, writing time hasn’t happened yet.
I’ve been doing things.
Homework. Meetings. Cold. Soreness. Busyness. Trying to pace myself. Designing a survey. Organising an AGM. Bits of everything. Diligently buying the wrong stationery for a girl. Going back to Weightwatchers. A worthy seminar on research and evaluation. Bookclub. Meeting Elspeth. Laughing. Learning. A twitter crisis. A funeral.
All the things- a more busy week than planned, followed by being practically immobile on Sunday. Is that not how pacing is meant to work?? My intentions are always good, but then I get carried away with myself.
Ditzy says I’m interested in too many things for my own good. She may not be wrong.
Expect worthy, considered, pieces when you find them, bloggy buddies; I’m either flat out busy or plain old flat out.