What keeps me from writing, or indeed from getting anything else done?
Well, spinning my wheels, watching too many home makeover shows, reading my email, reading books.
Also not setting clear, realistic goals.
Well, at least I got to bed on time last night…
I’ve been trying to get to bed at a decent hour and have picked 11PM. I sort of wanted to pick 10:30 but I knew that I’d never be ready to turn out the light by 10:30. Eleven is working out so far.
But it got me thinking about realistic goals for my writing. I’m in the middle of rethinking what my goals should be and acknowledge how much energy I do or don’t have. The last couple of days I’ve woken up before 5AM — that might be a better time to write than late in the evening.
Over the summer we started shopping more often at a new health food store near our place on the cape. After a couple of weeks, we decided to try their cleaning products.
We expected them to be less effective than the “regular” stuff. Were we ever wrong!
They are *much* better. Our clothes have never looked so good. Who knew!
So go ahead, give it a try. You and the environment will all benefit.
I just found 6 posts to a mailing list I’m on — including mine !!! — in my Yahoo bulk mail folder.
[hands on hips] Now, really!
I sometimes find in the evenings when I have time to write that I don’t have the energy. Now since I’m one of the first signers of the petition for 36 hour days, this is no excuse. Last night, however, I decided to take a different tack and get some of my household chores out of the way. By the time I’d cleaned the kitchen and made a salad I was feeling better and sat down and really did do some writing.
Still, it might be a better idea for me to just go to bed (something I’m *not* very good at) and get up half an hour earlier to write then.
When I got into the elevator this morning a man was already there and the button for the third floor was pressed. I pressed five. The elevator stopped on the first floor (the garage levels are below the first floor). The man got out. A woman got in. She got off at the third floor. I continued on to the fifth floor.
Do you know those anti-spam letters you’re supposed to copy to show that you’re a real person? Half the time I can’t quite read them. Argh! Thank goodness you get more than one try …
It beats me why some perfectly legitimate posts end up in my bulk mail folder. I try to go through mine — and I do, when I have the time — but one of my email accounts gets so much bulk mail that I can’t always manage.
As to the spam filter on my website, I think I’ve found only one legitimate comment that was misclassified as spam. This is a *far* better hit rate than the “at least once a week” one of my regular email account.
It was wonderful. It was overwhelming. I found myself cutting way back on my participation as unfortunately my ass was dragging for most of the week, pregnant dog threatened to deliver early, other dog still in heat, blah, blah, blah. I want 36 hour days!
I recently invested in several Thesauruses and I’m making heavy use of the thesaurus to find just the right word when I write. Most of the time, though, I just use one on the web but unable to stand the thought of needing to find a word and being computer-less, I’ve got one stashed just about every place I can think of: both our houses and my office.
No doubt about it, I’m a confirmed book junky.