Finding Time To Write Your Book

I’ve been thinking a bit recently about all the things I do with my life. Starting the ‘How Do You Fit It All In?‘ series has made me realise how changeable my weeks are, even within the themed routine I set myself.

It’s been interesting as well to work out how to get back into doing everything after taking almost a year off work. I wasn’t completely idle, of course, but 2017 was a lot less productive work-wise than most of my years. And yet still I managed to publish a book.

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Weekly Reading List #7: Fasting, Fever, And Not Giving A Fuck

I finally have my brain fully back! It’s been switching on and off over the past year based on the number and strength of pills I’ve been on at any given time. So more like a dimmer switch than a straight on/off affair. However, as of yesterday I am off aaaaallll the meds. Let’s see how this goes.

The most exciting thing about this, of course, is that I can read books again. And not just novels and things that require zero brain power, but real books. Big books. Thick philosophical books. (I know novels can be all those things too, but boy have I missed philosophy.)

Here’s what I read this week.

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The Week I Broke One Of My Resolutions

I usually start the year with resolutions. In the past I was very good at keeping them, then I gradually got worse at it, and for the past couple of years I’ve been kind of hit-and-miss about it. This year I began with only two actual resolutions, both of which I’ve kept, but I also made some promises to myself, which I haven’t. I called these ‘promises’ because I wanted to say I didn’t have many resolutions this year, but really that’s just semantics and they were resolutions all along.

Confused yet? Yeah, so am I. I’m hopped up on a large cocktail of pills and have no idea if this is making sense.

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“How Do You Fit It All In?” Like This.

People have always asked me how I manage to fit all the various things I do into my life. In the past, the answer was that I was a workaholic who could get by on four hours’ sleep a night.

Nowadays, however, I’m in my late twenties, and while that means I’m still young (right? RIGHT?!), it also means I’ve started making those little noises when I get out of chairs or bend to pick something up, and also that going to bed at a reasonable hour instead of stumbling drunkenly through the streets of Dalston at 3am seems like a perfectly good nighttime pursuit.

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Don’t Fucking Call Me Lucky

“You never know, might as well try” pretty much sums up my life philosophy, especially when it comes to work.

A lot of people say things to me like “You’re so lucky to have the job you have!” “You’re so lucky that you found a job when you were young and managed to keep it through the recession.”

Hmm, yeah.

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