This first precious week of January is almost over and I feel as though I’m already behind. Behind with what? I hear no one in particular ask. With all the things that I didn’t get done before the end of 2007 and yet promised myself I would do before Real Life begins again on Monday.If I'm honest, this is not a new experience. I always look at this first week of January as an opportunity to set myself up for the year ahead, a time in which to try and do everything that I planned to do in the week after Christmas, but which in reality I found myself too full of turkey and mince pies and too drawn to the (mostly terrible – what is wrong with me?!) festive television schedule to attempt. I know that once I get past Twelfth Night it's time to get on with the serious stuff – to work on new writing, edit the old pieces, put together some submissions to publishers and agents, firm up tentative invitations for school visits or bookshop signings, start work on the next Shadow Road production etc, etc. The list goes on, as I’m sure it does for everyone else as well, and even thinking about it intimidates me.
So I won’t. At least, not yet...
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