Writing: How did it get so late so soon?

“It’s night before it’s afternoon. January’s here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

(adapted, very slightly, from Dr. Seuss)

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By Beth Conklin

(Oh my goodness, I LOVE this woman’s work – see more HERE  -I am going to PURCHASE!)

Yes, and ‘Late It Was, How Late,’ is possibly my favourite book title ever – it’s by James Kelman. See the theme creeping in? Or rather, crashing loudly.

A new regime, to honour my mountains of work and oodles of new clients – another today – Abbey Stationery – with thanks to Tim.

I love writing my blogs and I’ve nearly always done it first thing in the morning, to get my brain ticking over. Thing is, although I find it easy, once I’ve done it, I’ve probably drained quite a bit of juice from my brain, which only has limited capacity.

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I’m still working now (that’s yesterday!) at 8.30 in the evening. So late… Difficult to be coherent about Sustainable Built Environment Workplace Support Contracts at this ungodly hour.

Easy, and refreshing, to write my blog in preparation for the morning.

So that’s what I’ve done.

Rather, that’s what I did, as you’ll be reading this tomorrow. As in today. Tuesday.

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It’s better to write late than not at all.

 

 

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