My inner critic is not happy. I only did a combined total of a ¼ of a page on Thursday (Day 23) and Friday (Day 24).
I silenced that damn whiny voice by reminding it that sometimes, no matter how committed one is to achieving one's goals, an occasion arises that takes precedence.
On Friday 31st October 2008, my beloved Dad turned 80. As far back as I can remember, he’s been my hero (see photo left, my Dad and me, circa 1961. Photo right, Dad with his Midlands, Rhodesia provincial baseball team circa 1960). The re-write reggae beat was drowned out in all the celebrations and I find I don’t have a single regret.
Today (Day 25) is important though. I must get back on the dance floor, focus on the music and do as many pages of the re-write as I can.