Scattergun ramblings No. 6

I have no time to write on Monday, so if I don't write on Sunday there's a big gap. This also means it's more important to me to make sure I write on Tuesday (that's today!). None of what I write really matters, but it's an important self-discipline for me.

Thing is, I know also from experience that when I apply this self-discipline of writing and creating regularly, there comes a point when it gets out of my control and I have to let go of something. I'm on the edge of that now. Nearly a week of daily posts has a significant effect on me. I should remember how powerful it is. Or maybe I do remember, and that is why I so often find myself writing in bursts and then life taking over and then it being a while until I'm ready to get the power tool out again.

We've started the new "Reacher" on Prime. I like it, not just because it's not "that short guy", but it has something else, something a bit Twin Peaks perhaps? Something dark and hidden in small town life, I guess. But it also reminds me of being in the South and being a bit of a hobo too (Jack Reacher and I have so much in common... lol!)

I've spent a lot of the last couple of days in conversation, online and off- and then making notes and writing about the ideas that have come up too. I need to recognise my limits and rest this evening - get this writing in now and do something completely different. I can't believe it's 5pm already.

I'm also feeling much closer to the community here in Guildford. I can see a way of expanding what I do at the church without burning myself and without letting others down but I also know that it will have to emerge rather than submitting to my grand plan. Sometimes you just have to choose a different way of being, walk off in another direction and try something new and then come back to what you were doing afresh. Something like that. I'm also reflecting a lot on scale and how much one person can do locally (or globally) - I'm talking to people working at both extremes and that shows me that it's possible. Anyway a dog licked my hand this morning and I can't tell you when the last time was that that happened.

The picture is not of the dog that licked my hand. Nobody knows whose hat this is.