This isn’t about science and the reality of time, this is about me and my time, and where it disappears! I no longer work so in theory I should have a huge amount of free time, apart from chores, looking after the garden, shopping for and preparing food and cleaning up afterwards, washing, ironing and allied jobs.
- leading writing groups, x 2, 2 hours, once a month each
- going to writing groups, x 2, 2 hours, once a month each
- other writing ‘collective’, every couple of weeks or so, 2 hours
- French conversation and Saxlish, 2 hours twice a month each
- Gaelic, 4 hours once a month
- book club, x 2, one 2 hours, one as long as it is (probably 3 hours!) once a month
- quiz, weekly, 4 hours
If my maths is correct, that’s only 32 hours… not even a day and a half! Say I am awake from 8 am to 1 pm, that’s seventeen hours, that’s over five hundred hours a month – and only 32 are taken up by ‘obligations’ – well, that’s a heck of a lot of hours I could be writing, even allowing for eating, socialising, chores etc!
However, all these things have time taken either side of them. The groups I lead at home I have to prepare for, thinking about what we’re going to be doing, handouts, material and sometimes items for stimulus – plus the all important tea, coffee, biscuits, cake which has to be put out on trays etc! Writing groups I go to I have to do some writing for – and then I have to drive to get there, so in some cases travel adds another two hours to the event! Ditto with travelling to my other groups. For book clubs I have to read the books, and although this is usually a pleasure, sometimes it’s an absolute chore!
Even taking the preparation/travel time into consideration, I still come to the conclusion : – I have no excuses!