There are good days and there are bad days

Today is a bad day.

You know how it works, the night before you set out everything you’re going to do.

What could go wrong?

All those irritating little things have been taken care of, especially so you could spend this one day so you can ‘stick to the schedule’.

Those re-writes you were working on last night were great, you were killing it, and, now, this morning, in the cold hard light of day, they’re just not coming together.

Then there are the three obligatory phone calls:

The first, the urgent request for a small job, one you just know when the word ‘small’ is mentioned in a pleading tone, that it’s going to take a lot more time than you have

Followed by the family member with a crisis (and how often is that crisis a storm in a teacup)

Then, to add insult to injury, the cat got shut in a cupboard, the hiding place that he thinks I know nothing about and is making loud noises, his way of telling me to open the door.

Followed by another, no there’s four this morning, my friends the Telstra scammers from India.

Concentration?  Gone!

Picture next morning.

No distractions.

Computer on, pages sitting in front of you, phone off the hook, no annoying calls, ideas are flowing.

You start…

The computer dies, there’s something wrong with the hard drive, and that’s where the real panic sets in.  Delays and distractions you can deal with, a dead hard drive and you haven’t backed up your work for a week?  That’s a full-blown catastrophe.

Maybe tomorrow…