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Productivity? What productivity?
October was a productive month — fifteen articles published on Medium and three non-fiction pieces sold to online and print magazines. It might not sound like much, but it was a big step forward for me. My pace is glacial.
I had similar plans for November, but there’s a reason why the month starts with No. Only seven Medium articles (including this one) completed, and half of a flash fiction piece written. Half! What have I been doing with my time?
It’s strange. I haven’t fallen victim to Parkinson’s Law. Not this month, anyway. It’s as if big chunks of time have been excised and the remainder sutured together. Like one of the duller episodes of Doctor Who. Not even enlivened by cheap prosthetics or a green screen, and no chance to run around an abandoned quarry in Wales. I mean, what sort of timey wimey stuff is that?
Am I the only one that this happens to? Surely not.
Anyway, next month will be different. For a start, there’s no No in December. And it also has one more day.
So tomorrow evening, I will line up the vast number of diaries I keep around the place for the sake of ‘organisatin’, turn over the last page of November, and welcome in the new and more productive month.
I’m calling it Do-cember.
And I’m not sorry.
