Three days into September and already we've had two seasons.
Yesterday was lovely.... clear, blue skies, warm but not too hot... a perfect summer's day.
Today is much cooler, with a definite autumnal feel and overcast skies. The evenings are noticeably drawing in... it's almost dark at 8pm.
There are just 4 months left of this year and my self-imposed deadline, which back in April seemed eminently achievable, is starting to look a little tight. It's my own fault, I've fiddled and faffed around all summer and now I'm starting to panic.
It's simple really..... Just. Get. On. With. It. I need to stop making excuses and buckle down to some seriously focussed hard work. I have one commission on my desk at the moment which should be finished this week then I really, REALLY need to get my head around a work schedule which I can stick to.
Well that's the plan. My helpful desktop timer informs me that I have 231 days until my deadine, which feels like oceans of time, but of course, the days will slip through my fingers like grains of sand and before I know it I'll have two weeks left and still no further forward.
So, I'm going to take a bit of a run at things and see if I can take control.....
What could possibly go wrong?