I fly to New York on Saturday, and thence onward to Madrid. Trying to make some tough choices about what books to bring along.
When I write my to-do list every morning, I put down everything I could to to achieve a truly terrific day's worth of work. As I go through the day, I cross off tasks, and often re-write my list several times. Each time I re-write it, I make a more accurate list of priorities. I re-focus. I get more done.
I like making resolutions. They make me feel so productive without even having to do anything. I simply resolve to do a thing, and: magic! I've accomplished so much! I feel all the warm fuzzies!
This summer, I decided to experiment with working abroad in Vienna for a couple months. It turned out well, so now I'm heading to Madrid.
I read once about a guy who wrote his first novel 250 words at a time. Every day, he sat down and wrote 250 words. At the end of a year, he had a novel. "Gee," I thought to myself. "That sounds doable."
The Bell Jar, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Go Set a Watchman... from Harper Lee to Sylvia Plath, I got a lot read last month. And that's not even counting non-fiction.