It has been seven weeks since I ditched all concepts of a normal working life, shelved all plans for finding a nine-to-five and started my new career as a starving artist. Not long in sense of universal cosmic time, but personally it has been a long seven week slog. So, as seven is such a universally accepted prime number of significance, I decided to take stock of my achievements and failures to date.
Ok, number one on the list of achievements has been the publication of my first book. Now really this was a bit slow in happening. Seeing as I wrote it ten years ago and over that time lost the facility to open such an old Word file, and only by chance did I manage to open it seven weeks ago that gave me the opportunity to publish it without having to write it again was a significant short cut. (I think this last sentence is way too long.)
Number two needs to be the collective achievement of finally getting organized and getting my music into order and re-mixed and slapped onto a few CDs.
Number three has to be that I can now do simple things with html. Really simple, but what a step forward in my technological ability.
Number one failure has to be the fact that I can’t seem to wake up before 11am anymore. Not sure what has happened, but my body clock seems to have taken stupid pills and refuses to obey my natural instincts to rise early and tackle each day with gusto.
Number two failure is that getting up after 11am is tiring, so I need a little nap at 3pm to ensure I can make it through the rest of the day.
Ok, so there it is. My little diary of my first seven weeks.