I was carrying around a calendar I’d printed out as part of my “get back to paper” scheme, but it was too big to fit in my pocket. I knew it would take some work to create a smaller alternative, so I kept putting it off. Last night, I finally did it, and I’m really happy with the result.
It’s silly to spend an hour making a book like this when I could buy a pocket diary anywhere for £1 or less, but that’s not the point. This calendar is truly mine. Picking it up makes me happy, and as a result I feel compelled to use it.
I’m even tentatively entering some events in shorthand — which I seem to have developed a mania for. But it’s hard to find time to practice properly.
I love my job and the people I work with, but I could make really good use of a paid sabbatical right about now. I would:
- Write the two novels I have in mind.
- Learn all the shorthand “brief forms” and the proper way to form the strokes.
- Do some painting.
- Teach a DIY Book course that would give participants a finished copy of their book, along with the skills to make as many more as they like, a string of ISBNs for their titles, and an e-commerce-capable website.
…And probably a lot of other stuff.
This is probably touchy territory, but I would like maternity leave. There are seven billion of us on the planet and a resources crisis imminent, so I’d like to have paid time off to better myself, as opposed to having a baby.
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