gillpolack @ 2015-02-23T09:10:00
This week is all about lists again. By the end of it, one novel will be out and one manuscript with publisher and one academic paper re-written (the ms keeps nudging it from its place) and two short pieces will be written and some fiction will be a third through, and two subjects will be taught and ... I forget the rest, but it's written down. It includes four meetings, though. Also, it includes preparations for Women's History Month. I have a splendid programme* planned this year, with many wonderful writers joining me to talk about their lives and work.
If I skip posting when things get interesting, you'll know why. And all of this explains why I've been light on substantive posts.
In the Ye Olde Cookerie Projecte**, several people are reading the 17th century recipes and talking about them off-line, but so far no-one has apparently actually cooked them. Various life difficulties have intervened for some of my most enthusiastic cooks, and I am sending supportive thoughts in their driection. Feel free to daringly be the first person to post.
One of my Thursday students made an 18th century recipe for queen cakes, for class, and so I'm going to find an equivalent 17th century recipe next month for the blog (if I remember). I've myself tried two 18th century recipes (the one my student made was definitely my favourite, hence its appearance in the course handout), several recipes from the 19th century and a whole heap from the 20th, and it's time I completed the sequence.
And right now I crave currants in a rich buttery cake. Not going to happen. This is not the week for eating delightful foodstuffs that are not very good for me.
Today (this week) is the time for food from the freezer. Cooking is (alas) luxury time, and if I start taking luxury time, I'll not meet my deadlines or have to give up on sleep. I'll still take time out (I"m still getting over that idiot virus) but the time out will be controllable and careful.
And now those who didn't know but wonder how I get my deadlines done when life is a pain can see how I do one end of it. From here on in, numbers of things need to diminish and I need to get control back over it all. If paper proliferates and everything becomes more complicated, I'll not deal well (from experience) but if I can tick things off my lists and feel a sense of control, I'll achieve the apparently impossible. (How one does a PhD in less than 3 years - it's all about making it look manageable and working systematically and continuously to shrink tasks.)
Today's list is vast and long but only includes one meeting. The meeting will be a late one and a lengthy one, however, so I'd better finish everything else first. We-who-are-about-to-cross-tasks-off-lists... wait, I don't want to salute people, I want to drink coffee.
*If you're a writer-friend from here, and you didn't receive an invitation, it got lost in the either (for I invited all my writerly LJ friends). Send me an email if you want to join in!
**I am never sarcastic or mocking about pretend-ancient spelling. Never!
If I skip posting when things get interesting, you'll know why. And all of this explains why I've been light on substantive posts.
In the Ye Olde Cookerie Projecte**, several people are reading the 17th century recipes and talking about them off-line, but so far no-one has apparently actually cooked them. Various life difficulties have intervened for some of my most enthusiastic cooks, and I am sending supportive thoughts in their driection. Feel free to daringly be the first person to post.
One of my Thursday students made an 18th century recipe for queen cakes, for class, and so I'm going to find an equivalent 17th century recipe next month for the blog (if I remember). I've myself tried two 18th century recipes (the one my student made was definitely my favourite, hence its appearance in the course handout), several recipes from the 19th century and a whole heap from the 20th, and it's time I completed the sequence.
And right now I crave currants in a rich buttery cake. Not going to happen. This is not the week for eating delightful foodstuffs that are not very good for me.
Today (this week) is the time for food from the freezer. Cooking is (alas) luxury time, and if I start taking luxury time, I'll not meet my deadlines or have to give up on sleep. I'll still take time out (I"m still getting over that idiot virus) but the time out will be controllable and careful.
And now those who didn't know but wonder how I get my deadlines done when life is a pain can see how I do one end of it. From here on in, numbers of things need to diminish and I need to get control back over it all. If paper proliferates and everything becomes more complicated, I'll not deal well (from experience) but if I can tick things off my lists and feel a sense of control, I'll achieve the apparently impossible. (How one does a PhD in less than 3 years - it's all about making it look manageable and working systematically and continuously to shrink tasks.)
Today's list is vast and long but only includes one meeting. The meeting will be a late one and a lengthy one, however, so I'd better finish everything else first. We-who-are-about-to-cross-tasks-off-lists... wait, I don't want to salute people, I want to drink coffee.
*If you're a writer-friend from here, and you didn't receive an invitation, it got lost in the either (for I invited all my writerly LJ friends). Send me an email if you want to join in!
**I am never sarcastic or mocking about pretend-ancient spelling. Never!
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