Today, I begin a week’s holiday – nine whole days off where
I get to do whatever I want. As this
blog is supposed to be the chart of my journey from one part of my life to the
next, I thought it would be good to chart how well I fare in the tasks I have
set myself.
This week is all for me, just me. It is a tiny, tiny glimpse of what is to
come. When I opened the door that separates
work from the street outside, I made a dimension jump. And in this new place the gravity must be
weak because my feet rose two feet from the floor.
To make the most of this lovely and exciting world, I have a great list
of things that I want to get done. It is
my aim to get as much done as possible and squeeze every bit of enjoyment from
it as I can; roll round in it like an excited little lap dog in a muddy patch.
The super to-do list of awesomeness is as follows:
- Write an essay for a fan-led journal about a TV series;
- Write a blog post about writing the above-mentioned essay;
- Finish three short stories for submission to a competition;
- Attend a meeting with a lecturer with a view to them supervising my dissertation;
- Have dinner, drinks and attend a concert with my very best of bestest friends;
- Visit
the Modern Records Centre at the
- Attend a lecture day at university; and
- Start the research and writing of my next assessed essay in earnest.
I suppose this list looks impossible but I actually believe
I will get it done. In the eighteenth
century people were busy discovering the first principles of science,
establishing the notion of human rights, cataloguing nature in all its
intricacy and still had time to write to each other about it across hundreds of
thousands of pieces of paper. If they
can manage all this through cholera and consumption and by candlelight then I can
do this.
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