There was
something satisfying about taking down last year’s wall planner in Glyn’s and
my office today and replacing it with a new one.
There couldn’t
really be a clearer symbol for wiping the slate clean and starting again. It's like going back to school after the summer holidays and writing your
name on the cover of your new rough-book, or being desperate to use your new
pen; even though you’d probably soon be over it, at that
moment, the term was full of new possibilities and chances to reinvent yourself, like a much less drastic version of the Reggie Perrin
opening credits.
(I never stripped naked in class, by the way.)
I’d be lying if I
didn’t say there are some aspects to starting afresh that are intimidating, or
even nerve-wracking; for one, I need to get working on a new show. However,
putting up that wall planner reminded me was that I’ve still got plenty of
time; I don’t need to employ someone to ghostwrite it just yet.
First things
first: I need to get my tax return finished; when I’m no longer knee-deep in
receipts I can get on with the other stuff. The sooner, the better, I think.