Just a Regular Week

I’m sitting here watching race cars go round and round the mountain as the Bathurst 1,000 is on and finding it to be very similar to the travails of writing. There’s a definite end to the race, which will be reached, but every time there’s a safety car (and there’s been many), or the race gets red flagged (because the track is falling apart -- on a high speed corner, no less), the end keeps slipping further away. The work only increases every time something unexpected happens, and it can all change in the blink of an eye. That, and The Mountain is unforgiving. It doesn’t matter where you are in the order, nothing is guaranteed until the chequered flag.

School holidays are ending, and the end of the year is starting to appear on the far horizon, so we can see the end of the race for this year. After the hassle of not getting much produced this year, and the difficulty of actually getting to write at the moment, it’s a year I really won’t mind seeing the end of. There’s some great things that have happened, and some great losses, but I know there’s so much more that can be achieved, and I’m looking forward to the future to see things come back to what I think are normalcy.