Where My Time Goes (2)

I do presentations at least several times a month. And occasionally I show a DVD of an opera with commentary and musical examples I play at the piano. I hold a BA in music, and music has always been an important aspect of my life. I try to play the piano every day. I own a magnificent six-foot Steinway grand, a gift from my daughter.

I also teach a class in fiction craftsmanship, emphasizing the rules a writer must adhere to if he expects to get published. That class has proved popular enough that I’m now considering a presentation on how I write, actively alternating between the right-brain intuitive state and the left-brain rational mode.

And then there’s this blog. I offer new posts six days a week. I never seem to have a problem finding subjects to blog about.

Beyond professional work, I have a house to keep up. I’ve only lived here since last June. It has required a great deal of time and effort to get the place in the shape I want. I also work out with weights three or four times a week, a routine that takes just under two hours. I’ve been lifting weights since I was in my twenties. I do it because I enjoy it, not to maintain my health. I was a runner all my life, until I had knee replacement surgery several years ago that got slopped up. I can’t run any more and walk with a slight limp.

In short, I have too much to do. I’m spending too little time on my vocation, writing, and too much time on other less important matters. That has to change. I’m considering saving time by posting blogs less frequently, say three times a week.

I have an extraordinarily rich and full life. It is possible only because of the generous retirement my career as a spy has provided. I generally accept no fees for speaking, and the money I spend promoting my books reduces the amount they earn. I live on my annuity.

I am, in sum, living the life I want to live. I am the most fortunate of men. All I need to do now is discipline myself to spend more time writing and less on other things. I won’t live forever and I ardently wish to finish the two books I’m working on. I’d better get cracking.

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