Yesterday. 4.00 pm: Borth walk:

Today: 8.30 pm. The first half of the morning was conducted at homebase, where I caught up on the admin tasks generated during the latter part of the last week and over the weekend: postgraduate references, a review of exhibition statements, MA inquiries, a Module Evaluation Questionnaire redo (sigh!), and an MA publicity material edit and confirmation.

11.15 am: Studiology. The Gospel of John was on the turntable, ready to be digitised. On the bench, Pedalboard I was on its back, like a stranded turtle, awaiting the insertion of a digital EQ and a reorganisation of the top of board layout, as a consequence:

On the mixing table, I reviewed last week’s materials in order to get my head back into the zone.

I’m not getting  traction on anything substantial. It’s ‘a day of small things’, as the prophet would say. And, as such, it should not be despised. One must always keep busy … doing the little things, dutifully. There’s no excuse for putting down tools and folding the arms. Creativity is an uneven process. There’re times when things speed along at a pace, are heady with possibilities, point in sure directions, and resolve effortlessly. And there’re other times when ideas are thin, the work, disengaging, and one’s energy for it, febrile. Neither condition is to be preferred. Fallow times (as is the case in agriculture) are the necessary preparation for fruitfulness and harvest later on.

By 4.00 pm, the recording of John’s gospel was complete.

6.30 pm: Practise session 1. 7.30 pm: An assortment box of preparations, planning, learning, and reviewing.