At the beginning of May this year I sat down with my bullet journal and listed seven things I wanted to do. Seven. While planning is good, that plan was not.
I did three of them, did three things I hadn't planned to do, and barely touched the chapters of a book-long project that I really wanted to work on in May. I did get to them the first few days of June, which sounds like a Hurray!, but realized that I needed to go back and do some tweaking to make a basic change to my main character in order to proceed.
If I had only worked on just those chapters during May, I would have found that out earlier, presumably, and been further along in that project that just never seems to end.
Now I did get some short-form work done and published last month, but a set-aside time like May Days can mean some intense work on something special and I missed that opportunity by trying to do too much.
I guess we can say not all is lost, because this experience should tie-in with the book we're going to be reading this summer.
But that begins next week.