Organized

 

Well, I am still not 'healed' from the brain injury.  

I used to be able to juggle several major projects - all at once - and keep track of the deadlines - and where I was in terms of progress on all of them.

I have been working steadily on writing content for WEFT magazine, and it occurred to me the other day that I have completely lost track of where I am in the writing queue.

Rather than bother the editor, I am going to have to take some time to go through all the contracts, figure out which issues I've completed, and what I have left to do.  Because I have concentrated so hard on the current article, I have simply no idea which issue I am working on, and when it is due.

I have enough of the warp woven now that I can tell it is working the way I wanted it to, and I even cut off the first 7 towels and got them through the washer and dryer yesterday.  After my chiropractor appointment I will turn the press on and get them pressed.  Then tomorrow I can begin hemming them.

Last night was...not great.  I don't recall actually sleeping, although I might have zoned out enough to qualify as 'sleep' for a few minutes here and there.  This morning I opened Word and began putting words down.  I've been thinking about this article for weeks and I finally sorted out how I wanted to illustrate it (and was happy enough with the current warp to use it) and what I wanted to say.  I did the rough draft, and at the end I was satisfied with what I had done.  But getting it proof read, and then sent to my alpha editor is critical!  So I will carry on weaving off the rest of the warp and leave the rough draft to sit for a few days before I do the first pass in 'editing' mode before I dare to send it to my friend who has been supportive and helps pick out the 'nits'.  I want what I send to the magazine editor to be 'sensible'.

I am extremely lucky in my friends (and spouse - my first line of assistance!) who have encouraged me and helped me by giving me valuable feedback.

But it appears I am feeling 'well' enough to recognize that it is time that I figured out where on my life journey I am, and make sure I'm not flailing around 'lost' in the maze of deadlines.  

It's time to get organized!  Maybe.  If I can...