My cold finally caught up with
me today, as I woke up this morning aware of the fact that I wasn’t going to do
anything useful so had a breakfast of Lemsip, cold relief tablets and ibuprofen
and went back to bed. I had intended to spend the day in my office without interruption
and get on with some work, but didn’t wake up until three o’clock in the
afternoon. Once awake I was in a foggy state of disorientation until I had
drank my tea and had a hot shower, which is when I started to feel a bit
better. The working day was over before it had begun which annoyed me as I have
quite a lot to do and could have done with getting on with it. As it stands, it
doesn’t look like I’m going to get through everything I had hoped to before the
end of the year, no matter how many all-nighters I put in between now and the
end of the year. I now need to rearrange things slightly as next year is going
to be busy enough as it is without dragging this year’s jobs in to the
equation.
My task today, small as it
seems, was to rearrange the projects in order of priority. I’ve basically done
this in order of speed, depending on the things that I can do at home and the
things that need a bit more work outside of the office. It is frustrating to
look at projects that have been kicking around for a number of years,
especially when I read about them in old blogs and realise that they still
haven’t seen the light of day. I am aware that certain things can’t be achieved
overnight, but I sometimes feel like I’m pissing into the wind when I think
about things that should have been finished several years ago. In my more
reflective moments I voice my concerns to Mandi that I don’t want my gravestone
to read ‘He said he would do things, but didn’t’. I find it hard to be pleased
about my achievements, which I have every right to be, when there are
achievements still waiting to be achieved. Part of being a perfectionist is a
difficulty in appreciating what you have; this is the kind of thing that caused
Tony Hancock to kill himself.
I haven’t done a lot of
reviews for The Nottingham Evening Post (as I still
call it) this year, although I have done a couple of writing jobs for NottinghamLIVE and one for Leftlion.
However, tonight I was back on Post duty for the first time since Richard
Herring on Sunday 12th May, (although I wrote the article about
Prefontaine on Wednesday 29th May which was reprinted in Metro on Friday 31st, and my name appeared on top
of the preview of Our Big Gig in July, although it was so heavily edited and
messed about with that I didn’t recognise it as my own work. My last proper
writing gig was the article I wrote about depression in July). Spear of Destiny
appeared at Rescue Rooms, supported by Nottingham’s Luxury Stranger. I didn’t
really feel up to it and had a pounding headache by the time I was making my
way home. Funnily enough I didn’t make many useful notes on the gig itself, and
managed to write the whole thing almost as soon as I had settled down with some
food. Usually this takes a couple of hours, so once I had written it and
reduced it to 200 words it was emailed to the paper. Once I’d done that I
wondered if it was good enough, but reasoned that it was probably too late.
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