I started last night to type up the notes I made when I was in Hungary, with a view to blogging them eventually – but it was taking ages, and I’d only got as far as the first stop on the drive from the airport. So maybe it won’t be worthwhile blogging it, I don’t know.
I started thinking, as I did at one point while I was away, about how, when you start writing down all the words that pass through your head (or rather, some of them, because it’s impossible to catch them all), it takes over to such an extent that there is no time left for experiences, because you are spending all your time writing. It’s like having a map on the scale of one-to-one, it completely swamps what is actually happening. Is it like some mathematical series that tends to infinity.. or zero… or, I don’t know what this analogy means. I can never reach a perfect equivalence between the life of events and the life of words, because that would need two lifetimes, maybe more, because the process of writing can take longer than the process of experiencing. Or sometimes less, of course, it’s not necessary to record all the minutiae of existence, some of them can pass unrecorded – otherwise, how boring would it be to read?
Maybe I’ll save my Hungary notebooks for the times when there is very little happening, draw on them and drip, drip, drip them into my blog gradually.
What else to write about this morning? Because this space is for new words, not ones copied from a notebook, that is cheating, I can do that later (though I will probably run out of time), but first I must write 500 new words.
I didn’t get much work done yesterday, out of the mountains that need to be done. First day back, that is the excuse. I must not be so lax this morning. If I’m not careful, the rest of the summer will drift away from me and I will be struggling to finish off what I need to get done, to keep the wheels moving, and then it will be autumn again and everything will start to close in on me... It’s only myself I’m cheating after all, if I fritter away my days not getting on with things then I have no time left for relaxing. And it would be good to have some time to spend in the garden this weekend, I have been away for the last two weekends, I need to get back in touch with home again, so I mustn’t spend the time sitting over the computer.
But that’s the weekend, and it’s only Tuesday today, I’m getting far ahead of myself.
So, today I WILL focus on work, no slacking, no drifting off into blogland...