A Brand New Day
Well, I killed part of the morning of my best work day finishing the trashy book I was obsessed with. Now I can start working on becoming a better, nobler person.
Here is what I think I'm going to do: Though I have never read anything by Stephen King, I love reading about him. He used to (and perhaps still does) work every day of the year except his birthday and Christmas. No, no. I'm not going to start doing that. Get real. But I've read he works on more then one project at a time.
I'm going to try to start working on more then one project at a time. I've been kicking around ideas for 3 different things, plus I should be starting another draft of Happy Kids! and I don't know what's going on with Prince Whiskers, which I may or may not have mentioned here before but it hardly matters since no one reads this, right?
Anyway, I waste a lot of time--thinking, waiting to start a new project, surfing the Net. Maybe if I could train myself to start actually working on pieces of stuff instead of thinking about them I could become more productive. And that's the point of life, right? To become more productive? It's what we all want?
I already started doing this sort of thing last fall when I started doing morning pages and more journal work. Which I may or may not have mentioned here before, but again, what does it matter?