I’ve booked a holiday this week – a week in Cyprus, for swimming and snorkelling and diving and generally getting some sunshine – definitely something to look forward to. I shouldn’t need this, really; I enjoy my work tremendously, but it really makes a difference.
This week has been much the same as most, really. Monday was the usual prep day – invoices and Poetry on Loan actions, and answering lots of emails. I did have long phone calls from The Son and The Daughter, which are always fun, and spread some gravel – in fact, this week I finished the second ton of gravel, and the next bag will arrive today. The drive is looking good, but there’s still a lot of work to be done.
Tuesday was much the same, except that I spent quite a bit of time working on a book of stuff written by one of my prisoners. He was really thrilled when he saw it. In the evening we tried to go and see Never let me go, but the cinema was full!
I also did a bit of prep for my one-act play – something else to look forward to, but it will need a lot of work, and March is going to be really busy, so I don’t know how I’ll find the time.
On Wednesday I had two sessions at the hospital. I had planned to spend some time on the ward, but the wards are closed to visitors at the moment because of an infection, so I worked with lots of people in outpatients instead. Good stuff, too. In the evening was a TADS meeting – the post mortem for our recent production. It wasn’t an easy meeting; some people are upset with other people and it all got a bit emotional. But never mind; it’s all done and dusted now.
Thursday was the prison, and a steering group meeting. This was a bit disappointing, because my Governor didn’t turn up, but the next day she phoned and said that everything was ok for the next year of my residency, so that’s a bit of work secure until September 2012 – hooray! It’s worth it, too; my group is doing so well, and the stuff they have written is excellent. At least, I think it is.
As for my group at the doctor’s surgery – well, one of the guys in the group is a better writer than I am. When he reads his work out, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. I have to get him to write something longer, and then do everything I can to get him published; he really deserves it. And, according to his doctor, this is changing his life completely. Wow.
And I wrote the TADS meeting minutes and did some more Poetry on Loan work and generally tidied up from the week. It all seemed a bit samey, somehow; I need a holiday. And now I have one booked. It’s a long way off, but I have something to look forward to, which means that I can face the weeks in between with a fresh look.