They say ‘if you want something done ask a busy person’. I have no idea who ‘they’ are (or were) but I believe there is an element of truth in the saying.
Since I retired nine months ago from the business I had run since 1983 I cannot say that I have been ‘busy’. I’ve had ‘stuff to do’ but, although important and sometimes time sensitive, I cannot say any of it has made me ‘busy’.
Yet when I was really busy, when I had eight or ten hours of real work to do every day, I always managed to find time to write. Perhaps I did less housework, perhaps I neglected keeping in touch with family and friends, perhaps I never dead headed the roses, but I always found time to write – at times in the past fourteen years I published a title every eighteen months or so. But what have I written since I retired, since I stopped being ‘busy’? Zilch. Nada. Rien. Nothing. Not one single word. Despite having completed more jigsaws and crosswords and Kakuros and Sudokus than I care to think about I have written nothing. Perhaps I need to get busy again.
Perhaps I need to get busy again…Or maybe I won’t bother. I’m sure the world can live without yet another of my books.
For the time being anyway there will be more of these…