How on earth did I end up in event management? I'm not organised at all!

I've just spent the last hour or so trying to gather my thoughts about what projects I'm currently working on, what deadlines are coming up, and how my annual budget is travelling. In the process I've also cleared a myriad of pieces of paper off my desk (I shan't tell you how much still remains).

Perhaps organisation isn't so much a skill as a frame of mind. I feel organised, therefore I am. I feel disorganised, therefore I am.

Hmmm....

See it's not that hard. A run, a visit to the greengrocers, dinner and some writing time. What's been the big problem?

I can juggle it all.

I'm cresting the wave. I'm sure I am. Ok - so I haven't put pen to paper yet - but I've thought about it.

A weekend in the Blue Mountains has filled my head with fresh settings, new thoughts.

My friend Suzanne has signed up for 'Book in a Month'. 50,000 words in 30 days. That's only 1666 words a day. Not that much at all.

I will pick up the stalled YA novel. I will finish the new short story - started on a plane a few weeks ago and not looked at since. I'll find a sub-plot and re-write the previous short story.

I'll stop complaining about how I've got too much on and not enough time. If I want to write I will make the time. It's that simple.