Sorry the blog is late, I just couldn't get it done on Friday.
Innocent words aren't they? "Sorry it's late, I couldn't be bothered until it got close to the deadline..." is what the words could mean. "I had a hard time getting my ass in gear because I was hungover/tired/doing 'fun' stuff..." Or even "This project isn't that important to me."
Usually though, the words are spoken in a flustered and apologetic manner and it's genuine. For me, I do try hard not to let anyone down and for the most part I am believed - for which I am thankful - but most of the time, for me, it's: "Sorry it's late, I've been silly and taken too much work on and now I'm trying my hardest not to let ANYONE down and I'm starting to let EVERYONE down." That's how it was for me last week. I felt terrible about it but feeling terrible doesn't get the work done, does it?
So I worked hard. I worked until 8:30, 9:30 and 10pm. I didn't take a lunch break, I ate sandwiches at my desk and I slogged my guts out. The two lovely ladies whose books I had to get out have now been assured that they are at the printer and the books are on Amazon. Now on to this week.
It's all my own fault, I realise and understand that, and I am the only person who can reduce the work pile - I can't delegate this. So yesterday, after a 300mile round trip for a meeting, to come home and find my daughter had cleaned and tidied the kitchen, cleaned and tidied the bathroom as well as taking care of the animals for us, was SUCH a relief.
I suppose what I'm saying is this:
I work hard, I feel that I work hard. Sometimes the work doesn't go down as fast as I'd like but I refuse to put out shoddy or incomplete work and I am catching up. I am thankful that people trust me to help them on their journey and I hope that I will never let anyone down to the extent that it's irredeemable or irretrievable - I know how that feels and I don't ever want to be the cause of it. My family seem to understand that I work hard too and for that, I am again, thankful.
Yesterday was productive for me. Trev (Hubby) knows that all my projects are on the back-burner while I build up my business, so I don't dare to think about Red or Celtica or Dusty for the moment but yesterday, on the many hours we were travelling, we spoke about my writing and it helped. It's not fallen into place just yet, I can't pack everything to one side and do my own stuff but it's percolating. It's bubbling away at the back of my mind and it is going to be better for the wait. Celtica is going in a different direction. I've written half a book - 45,000 words and I have to cut out MOST of it. That's the bad news... The good news is actually GREAT! Instead of the one book I've started, it looks like Celtica has at least three or maybe four books, all in that 45,000 words and once I finish all of this work and can concentrate on her, Red and Dusty, I'll be able to buzz along and get so much out there.
So, I'm really sorry it's late, but I do think it'll be worth it.
Innocent words aren't they? "Sorry it's late, I couldn't be bothered until it got close to the deadline..." is what the words could mean. "I had a hard time getting my ass in gear because I was hungover/tired/doing 'fun' stuff..." Or even "This project isn't that important to me."
Usually though, the words are spoken in a flustered and apologetic manner and it's genuine. For me, I do try hard not to let anyone down and for the most part I am believed - for which I am thankful - but most of the time, for me, it's: "Sorry it's late, I've been silly and taken too much work on and now I'm trying my hardest not to let ANYONE down and I'm starting to let EVERYONE down." That's how it was for me last week. I felt terrible about it but feeling terrible doesn't get the work done, does it?
So I worked hard. I worked until 8:30, 9:30 and 10pm. I didn't take a lunch break, I ate sandwiches at my desk and I slogged my guts out. The two lovely ladies whose books I had to get out have now been assured that they are at the printer and the books are on Amazon. Now on to this week.
It's all my own fault, I realise and understand that, and I am the only person who can reduce the work pile - I can't delegate this. So yesterday, after a 300mile round trip for a meeting, to come home and find my daughter had cleaned and tidied the kitchen, cleaned and tidied the bathroom as well as taking care of the animals for us, was SUCH a relief.
I suppose what I'm saying is this:
I work hard, I feel that I work hard. Sometimes the work doesn't go down as fast as I'd like but I refuse to put out shoddy or incomplete work and I am catching up. I am thankful that people trust me to help them on their journey and I hope that I will never let anyone down to the extent that it's irredeemable or irretrievable - I know how that feels and I don't ever want to be the cause of it. My family seem to understand that I work hard too and for that, I am again, thankful.
Yesterday was productive for me. Trev (Hubby) knows that all my projects are on the back-burner while I build up my business, so I don't dare to think about Red or Celtica or Dusty for the moment but yesterday, on the many hours we were travelling, we spoke about my writing and it helped. It's not fallen into place just yet, I can't pack everything to one side and do my own stuff but it's percolating. It's bubbling away at the back of my mind and it is going to be better for the wait. Celtica is going in a different direction. I've written half a book - 45,000 words and I have to cut out MOST of it. That's the bad news... The good news is actually GREAT! Instead of the one book I've started, it looks like Celtica has at least three or maybe four books, all in that 45,000 words and once I finish all of this work and can concentrate on her, Red and Dusty, I'll be able to buzz along and get so much out there.
So, I'm really sorry it's late, but I do think it'll be worth it.
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