If ever there was a year that I was glad to see the back of, it was 2016. Along with a great swathe of the world’s population, I suspect. However, I don’t want to reflect on a bad year, but look ahead to a new one. As well as my usual resolutions, this year I […]
Mine. And on the cabinet door, to be fair. Yesterday, I hit my head on the open door of the bathroom cabinet, drew blood and experienced my first bout of mild concussion. All a bit surreal, really. The dizziness, nausea etc. I could cope with, but the delay in processing was unnerving. Sort of like being drunk, or on strong painkillers (never done drugs, so can’t compare) but totally lucid. The process between hearing words, processing them and responding was a s-l-o-w process and one where I had no control.
Annoyingly, as I fell to sleep, I had a rush of prose which I really wanted to write down, but couldn’t/didn’t and now it’s gone. Those moments of inspiration/need/clarity/art are rare, when you ‘hear’ the narrative. Ah, well. It’s gone now…forever in the ether.
On the flip side, back on form today and channelling the proactive. Lots done on the Paper Swans website and tonight I am tackling emails. My editorial hat is firmly on my head (I tend to think of it as a 1920s cloche hat, although I don’t have the hair or face to carry it off). I have set the bar for 2017; each year a step forward, something challenging, something achieved.
I have a feeling that 2017 is going to be interesting. In lots of ways.