I wrote at the start of the month about plans for the year, about the things that I want to focus on over the next six to twelve months. And, seeing as the days and my routine are unlikely to yield any extra time I have given some serious thought as to where I might be able to save some time: where I can find those valuable extra half hours that I need if I am going to get my novel edited before the long Summer holidays.
I can plan better, I can be more disciplined with my time when I am sat here in front of my shiny, new Mac but, in reality, I began to realise that to truly gain some extra time, I was going to have to make some more difficult choices.
At the same time, I was considering what to write here this week and realised that, in all honesty, I am still struggling with so many of the things that I have discussed over the past year.
I could spend another six months talking about the challenges of being present, of how hard it is to stay calm as well as using thinly veiled metaphors to discuss the difficulties of modern life, or, I could spend six months utterly focussed on getting my novel edited and ready to send out.
I am fairly confident that you won't miss me too much. I secretly doubt whether you would even have noticed if they had just stopped without my announcing it. I also imagine that I will be back soon enough (since when was I any good at keeping quiet?), even if it is just to tell you that I have missed you, yes YOU, my dear, invisible reader.
And so, with that, and, feeling strangely emotional, I will say Goodbye. For now, anyway.