My day in bullet points

In which I record my day as a series of bullet points.

  • 7.30am: Wake up. Check emails and Facebook. Nothing important. Put kettle on, strip sheets off bed, try to start washing them but the laundry’s locked. Will have to wait for David next door to emerge. Make cup of warm lemon juice and fire up laptop. The internet connection is frustratingly slow. Not for the first time recently note I need to buy a new modem. This one is over 10 years old now. Start writing My Day in Bullet Points. Listening to Paul Dempsey and Something for Kate mix. Determined to get on top off my to-do list today
  • 8.30am: Start writing yesterday’s Writing Challenge: three pet peeves. Some of these writing tasks come easily, but not this one. I think it’s because I’m writing about other people and so am more conscious of what I’m saying. Korean ginseng tea with honey. David’s up and about now so I grab the key and put the washing on. He talks about his arthritis so I offer to give him my clothes-drying horse so he doesn’t have to reach too high to hang his washing up.
  • 9.30am: Still going on the Writing Challenge. Up to the second peeve. Not sure what the third one’s going to be yet. Checked Facebook a couple of times, had a quick chat with the Greens for Sydney comms team about the WestConnex direct action going and shared Jim Casey’s video on Sylvie Ellsmore’s Facebook page. Finished the Writing Challenge – woohoo! – then walked up the road to the bread shop. Bought a cheese and olive pizzette for breakfast and a couple of wholemeal rolls for lunch. I’ve hung them on the back of the front door. Wonder if I’ll forget about that and it’ll annoy me later trying to find them.
  • 10.30am: Hang out the washing and make a pot of coffee. Start listening to Radiohead Mix. Apparently they have a new album coming out in June. Excited! Plough through my emails from yesterday (and naughtily answer one from today). Proofread, format and upload yesterday’s Writing Challenge and then distribute it.
  • 11.30am: Finish the pot of coffee. Have a chat to Reuben, who has returned home from a late night out. Do some work for Gasoline Pony, preparing the menu for printing for tonight’s dinner. Did it in Microsoft Word. Bonus points for making it look half decent. Took a break from the to-do list and read for half an hour: The Anatomy of Storym by John Truby. It’s very interesting and useful so far, but I’m conscious that I simply need to put more time and effort into my own book rather than reading more books about writing.
  • 12.30pm: Cooking interlude. Make a six-jar batch of dilly green beans, plus a haloumi and salad roll for Reuben and I. Pretty delicious. At the same time listen to a couple of podcast episodes: one of Scriptnotes, where John and Craig talked about the use of writing script treatments and outlines and also what to expect if you ever have that moment when you ‘break through’ and then the first segment of the latest Slate’s Culture Gabfest, which was about some sitcom I haven’t seen so I only half listened to it.
  • 2.00pm: Nap for 30min.
  • 2.30pm: Walk up the road looking for a art sketchbook for tomorrow. Didn’t find one I liked. Buy a orange, pineapple, carrot and ginger juice, delicious, and visit Bing Lee to look at new modems. $400 seems about the go. Will research more during week.
  • 3.00pm: Work on a number of ‘business’ areas ahead of meeting with Monica on Wednesday morning: create pretty coloured graphs of all the different types of revenue that I’ve had come in over the past three years; writing up ‘client profiles’ for the type of person I’m typically working for (I’ve called them Anne and Dan).
  • 6.00pm: Have a shower (finally) then wander down the road to Gasoline Pony for dinner. Meet Sylvie. It’s a 6-course degustation with matched wines things that I helped put together – booked out completely ten days before the event. It’s fun – we’re at a table with Geoff and Sue from yoga who i haven’t seen for ages and Fiona (Gasoline Pony owner)’s husband Rustum and his friend John. I think Fiona wants to set John up with Sylvie. That’s definitely not going to happen. I wonder if she thinks I’m gay. The food and the wines are all delicious. I take a few photos but it’s dark so I’m not sure how they’ll turn out. I didn’t bring my flash.
  • 9.30pm: Ben arrives just in time for dessert and a beer. He’s been in Melbourne and looks completely exhausted. He and Sylvie leave around 10pm. I stay for a bit longer and chat to the chef, Don, who is also exhausted but pleased that he pulled off such a huge feat in a kitchen smaller and less well equipped than most one-bedroom apartments have.
  • 10.30pm: I arrive at home and fall into bed. Watch a couple of videos on Youtube then pass out.
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