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01
Jan
2010
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Why I won’t be making any new year resolutions

I’m not one for resolutions. If the turning of a calendar page is the only thing that can inspire change in your life, then your ruts are so deep you’ll probably never climb out of them.

Looking back to today’s entry from 2003, though, I see that I made a list of three ‘things I want (and intend) to do before 2004′.

That’s seven years ago now, so how well did I do?

Not well at all. To quote:

1. Travel to Russia, preferably on the train that runs from Paris to Moscow. Currently thinking end of March / beginning of April would be good for this one.

Still not done that. Still would like to, but know that it won’t happen by March or April of this year, either. Life, somehow, gets so busy that things like this get moved onto a ‘wannado’ list, rather than an ‘amdoing’. That’s wrong, I know, but isn’t it the same for everyone?

2. Sell some of my photos and/or have them shown somewhere.

Nope. Not done that, either. My photo collection now spans a couple of drives and is several gigabytes in size, but most of my photography at the moment is snaps with a point and shoot. Rather than aiming to sell or show my photos, then, perhaps I should just aim to get out there and take more of them. That’s the fun bit, after all, and would surely be more manageable, wouldn’t it?

3. Write my book (this one has been on the list for the last five years, so perhaps it should be downgraded to ‘make substantial progress on the book’).

Well, I did make fairly substantial progress on a book. I got to 115,000 words before it petered out, about half way through the story, and looking back on that first attempt I can see why: it was awful. Really terrible, largely because I didn’t have a plan, so I didn’t really know where my characters were going.

Also, I hadn’t ‘killed my darlings’: there were too many little turns of phrase that I thought were great and couldn’t possibly be excised.

Of course they weren’t great at all, as I can now clearly see, and they made the whole thing awkward and uncomfortable.

I still have the first draft, but don’t plan on doing anything with it.

It took me until last year to start work on a second fiction book, and rather than jump in with both feet and a keyboard, I planned it out properly with a written outline and character profiles. Looking back at that outline I see it was created on 9 April, and the first draft of the book was completed on 23 September, so it only took five and a half months to plan and write. The editing has so far taken three months and is about half way through, so it looks like being a year-long project, which I reckon is probably right for a novel.

I’m happy with that.

So will I be making any resolutions this year? No. I might, though, make myself a little list of things I want to do, 2003 style. If they don’t get done by the time 2010 is out, though, I’ll let them roll over. Sometimes things are worth waiting for – until you’ve learnt how to do them properly.

02
Jan
2009
Categories
Journal

2009 already

Empty train

Wow – that fortnight went in a flash. And now I’m back to work. Well, riding back to work, to be precise. I’m on the train, which is usually rammed, and I have three whole carriages to myself. Very strange. It’s even running on time.

So, Christmas and New Year. Christmas was the usual carnival of over-eating and feeling very fat in return. Rich and I were both getting over colds on the day itself, and I popped cough sweets as fast as everyone else did turkey. An excellent day, though: the morning spent sitting around drinking gin and eating olives; the afternoon spent playing games and quizzes. No TV apart from the news and the Queen, looking from the smock she was wearing like she was half way through painting the Sandringham ceilings.

Boxing day, we hot-footed it home to be greeted by a miowy cat and three very excited chickens who had got a taste for being out all night. They’ve been almost uncontrollable ever since and now when we try and close their door at night they block it. Gerry is particularly adept – she put a foot on the runner the other night and actually held it back as I tried to pull it across. The night after, she bit me.

Anyhow, boxing day we were entertaining Bart, Sue and dad. We’d already cooked a lasagne as big as a bed and frozen it two days before, so baked that for lunch. Cheese and port then more games ensued and then we skipped dinner on account of our spacehopper waistlines.

By the start of this week, when everyone had gone home and things had calmed down again we were starting to crave fresh air, so we headed out to Thorndon Park where I haven’t been in a decade, most likely, but was a monthly weekend rendezvous for years as a kid. This time of year, of course, most of the leaves are off the trees, so it’s not nearly as beautiful as it is when the canopy is full and it feels like a big, dense forest.

No matter: we were there for geocaching, and the terracotta carpet we kicked through was as beautiful as anything you could hope for in winter. It was a successful outing – we found three caches, and although there was little in the way of treasure worth having, it made for a fun afternoon, and a welcome break in the cake eating.

We spent new year as we did last year – on a rug in the lounge with a bottle of champagne, a baguette, some camembert hot from the oven and the cat. Not long after midnight he started yowling that we should come to bed. By half past he was striding purposefully in and out of the room looking back over his shoulders. By 01h he was pawing at our jumpers and by 02h he had given up and flopped down on the rug on his side, no longer pulling up the edges in the search for monsters that might lurk beneath. We crept up at 02h30, leaving him where he was.

The cat wants to go to bed
The cat wants to go to bed. Rich wants to watch Olivia Newton John.

It’s become a bit of a tradition that we should start the new year with a long walk, and so next afternoon – yesterday – we drove out to Highwood to find deer. There’s a circular route out there through the woods that we’ve walked many times before, and always seen one or two of them running through the trees. This time we hit jackpot and counted 46. We stepped out from the treeline and no more than 10 metres away the whole pack (herd / family / group / flock?) bounced across the field, almost silent as their feet sunk into the soft ground, squashing the sprouting crops into the mud.

An excellent start to the year.

And then today it was work. First day back, first day on a new season ticket, and a deserted train to boot. If things carry on like this, it could be a good year indeed.

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