In the cinema the other day, I found that I was still thinking about my projects for the first half-hour of the action.
This is unusual. I normally find that sitting in the darkness with nothing but the film in front of me is a surefire way to mute the internal racket.
So today, drastic action clearly required, I sit down with notebook and pencil.
I empty my thoughts onto the verso and then form a mid-term plan on the recto. I then smash said plan into reasonable, doable tasks for ToDoist to gobble up and for me to forget about.
And now I know where I stand. It’s like a reset button.
This seems to be something I just have to do once every few months. I think it’s because, when all’s said and done, I’m actually a bit thick and need to think things through very carefully if I’m to understand them on a level visceral enough to do any good.
Whatever the reason, I now feel like I’ve been through whatever the opposite of a threshing machine is.
And now… back to the hard drinking.