Since Akra started working away from home and I knew we’d be moving house, I’ve felt somewhat in limbo. I haven’t really made any plans, didn’t want to commit to anything, put everything on hold for that distant “when we’ve moved” date.

Now, all of a sudden, the move date is not that distant any more. As a result, my brain has gone nuts and come up with all these plans and projects that I really really want to do. That might sound a good thing, but I’m not very good at seeing things through and the amount of things I want to achieve just isn’t feasible with the amount of time I have. I need to narrow my focus, but at the same time I’m loathe to drop a single one of my plans. I’m doomed.

I’m enjoying messing around with photos at the moment. I know I’m a dismal photographer and I think half of that is I’ve never bothered to take any pictures other than family snaps. It’s something I’d like to have some fun with and I’m happy enough to just reach a level of “fairly competent” rather than achieve any brilliance. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but the 26 Things – the International Photographic Scavenger Hunt that starts tomorrow really appeals.

I’m getting itchy fingers – I want to get writing. I’ve proved to myself that I can make a consistent commitment to daily writing with this blog and actually enjoy myself too. I’ve been doing a Writer’s Bureau course for a little while now but was put on hold until after The Big Move[tm]. However, that’s mainly focussed (at the moment) on non-fiction articles and suchlike, which I’m finding a little tedious, so the motivation isn’t quite there. I do want to complete it, though, and it probably won’t take long to get to a more interesting module.

I also like the idea of the National Novel Writing Month which takes place in November. The idea being that you write a 50,000 word novel in just 30 days – going for quantity over quality of course. I just like the idea that I could say “hey, I’ve written a novel – yes it’s utter utter tripe, but it’s written by me all the same.” According to the FAQ, you can do preparation work before November – just no actual writing of the book until then. Ideally I should be spending the next couple of months looking at genre research, characterisation and plotting. Eeep – that works out at about 1700 words a day. That’s a lot. Could I do it? Maybe. Maybe not. Do I want to try anyway? Hell, yes!

Then I’d like to do some more navel-gazing soul-searching. There’s a druidry course that I’ve been looking at and wondering whether to do. The more I look into this path, the more it feels right, and I’m really drawn to this course as something more tangible and committed (or maybe it’s me that needs committing… dunno). I have been faffing around on such a superficial level for so long, maybe it’s about time I did something about that. At the same time, I don’t want it to end up as being the whole focus of my existence. How to give more time without crowding everything else out?

Also, there’s the piano that’s been untouched for years, the half-formed idea of doing a psychology A-level as an evening course, the ever-expanding reading list, the so far unfulfilled determination to exercise more…

… I think you get the drift. I need about 20 more hours in my day.