And suddenly a fortnight has slipped by without managing to add a new post. I knew I’d slip up eventually. The reason is predictable as it is heartening. I have been too busy living in the world to stop and write about it. While Socrates may have had it right when he said the unexamined life is not worth living, it’s surely equally true that the unlived life is not worth examining.
So, I’ve been busy as a father, a teacher and, intermittently, as a writer, and all of things seem somehow more important than this. There’s much to be said, I think, for working out one’s priorities and allotting your time accordingly. The alternative is allow the urgent to crowd out the important, and be cursed with the attendant regret.
So, with a couple of writing projects requiring my attention (a screenplay that needs constant massaging, and a novel only one more pass away form submisison) I think I shall change the header from weekly to occasional and let the action dictate the pace of the commentary.
Not that there isn’t plenty to write about, this being a day where our teachers took to the streets to protest the direction of educational policy, and the beginning of a week where I intend to embark upon an inquiry learning experiment in the classroom. So, the next series, when it comes, will be education focussed.
But first, there’s a film to be written (two boys out at night witness a scene they do not understand. In the morning one of them is dead, apparently hanged…) and a novel to tweak (teenage boys, twins, one has suffered a life threatening accident, and the doctors propose a shocking solution…) and a life to be lived. Not necessarily in that order.