Organisational by Jan Edwards
You would think December would be the month when projects are finished. Decks cleared ready for the new year. It should be and I wish I were that organised, but instead of making great strides on my next novel I’ve spent the first few weeks in 2020 scrambling to meet deadlines. Back in August having three short stories to write by January seemed like a doddle. Come Christmas Eve with a house full of guests… not so much. A lot of midnight oil was burned, along with some doubled-ended candles, and those stories are winging their way through the ether – but I do wish I was more organised. Now I just have a novel to edit for a colleague and a final draft on my own to complete. And its 5.30 on the 18 th with seven hours left to get my 19 th of January Authors Electric posting logged. What that saying about no rest? In my defence I have been working solidly on other projects, but keeping those three deadlines was important. Not just because the publications they...