I’m in the situation where I have so much to do that I don’t know where to start. Last week was busy, as expected, and this week will be no different.
Monday was mostly emails, as it so often is, with quite a bit of Poetry on Loan work thrown in. I forgot to say that I wrote a couple of poems over the weekend, and I typed those up, and in the evening went to a TADS meeting, which wasn’t quorate, so we couldn’t really decide anything.
On Tuesday I had a good session at the hospital, and a good Pilates session – two words of congratulation from the class leader, which as someone said, is like getting two Paul Hollywood handshakes in one Bake Off programme. Yo. In the evening I saw Judy; a phenomenal performance by Renee Zellweger, I thought, and generally good all round.
I wrote up the hospital stuff on Wednesday, and prepared for Thursday, when I did some poetry on demand at Solihull Core library with Spoz. We did a little performance, as well as writing poems for people, and a good time was had by all. I got up to Tuesday’s emails, and did lots of prep for a training session today, and for the Gloucestershire Poet Laureate competition.
On Friday I had to do more prep and overcome the vagaries of my laser printer, which sometimes decides it’s just going to print what it wants. It has no care at all for wasting paper, let alone the environment. And I wrote up the TADS’ minutes, and answered yet more emails.
More Poetry on Loan stuff on Saturday, and more emails, and in the afternoon I was one of the judges for the Gloucestershire Poet Laureate competition. For some reason all the nominees seemed terrified, and I felt myself growing more and more into the rôle of scary judge as the afternoon went on; it was quite strange. We’ve selected the winner now, but s/he doesn’t know yet, so I’m certainly not telling you.
And on Sunday I drafted emails to all the nominees. My fellow judge, the lovely Alicia, has okayed them so they need to be sent off. And this morning I left home very early to run, with Roz (another lovely poet) a training session for Poetry on Loan, which went really well, with a great group of trainees, and I have to write it all up…and meanwhile everything in my house – including me, I think – is falling apart, and when I’ll be able to do anything about it I don’t know. Burnout isn’t far away…