A Meandering and Whiny Post
For the past few months I’ve been thinking a lot about the time I spend on the webternetz and what I do here.
I think I’ve been thinking about it so much because time has been so scarce, and oftentimes I turn to my laptop as soon as Maverick starts one of his (too-brief) naps. I tap out a couple of emails, comment on a blog, and voila! he’s awake again and I got NO writing done. I am often tired, and overwhelmed with the state of my filthy and cluttered house, and I have all these story ideas and not enough time to work on any of them.
Time. How to make more of it. How to make the best use of what I have.
The surest way to get me to cry these days is to talk about writing routines, or the writing life, and how it’s so simple to just stay up an hour later and/or wake up an hour earlier, or that it’s so easy if you just turn off the flippin’ internet. And I know I’m not doing as good of a job managing time as I could be doing. I know I can do better. Maybe it starts with turning off the flippin’ internet. After all, going down to one blog post a week has definitely helped. I haven’t been nearly so diligent with commenting on other blogs, and I’ve even been letting some emails go into the archives without responses.
What else is there to do? Envying people with more free time: NOT productive.
Daydreaming of my college years when sleep was negotiable, exercise a given, and I was sometimes actually bored: NOT productive.
Taking a deep breath, and remembering that the baby haze does end at some point? It helps. Just a little. But it helps.
Also, going to bed earlier would help, because everything’s easier when I’m well-rested. Sleep. The pessimism fix.