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A Whole Day Off!

I’m by no means religious, and yet I find myself incredibly grateful for an entire day to NOT work and wrestle with my intimidating (and ever-growing) to-do list. I’ve been incredibly productive this morning, having tackled several loads of laundry, waded through an incredibly boring chapter for one of my classes, made all kinds of academic posts to my class forums and now, I’m sitting down to follow through and make comments about all the books I’ve actually finished reading but are still hanging out on my “Currently Reading” list on Goodreads. Yes, I know there are a lot of them, but I swear I have finished most of them.

Look forward to Something Like a Review coming to your inbox soon for Shatter by Michael Robotham, Shadow of Night by Deborah Harkness, Room by Emma Donoghue, and V-Wars, edited by Jonathan Maberry. I’m not going to get cocky and give you dates, but at least you know what’s coming! Instead, take a look at What I’m Reading to see some of the other books I’ve read (or listened to) recently and maybe find something you can indulge in as well.

Until next time, happy reading, and happy re-purposed fertility rites holiday!

Repeating, Reposting, Reblogging…in other words, cheating

March 22, 2013 2 comments

 

I’m not going to be original tonight, because I’ve tapped that vein for the day and am a mere husk of myself dying to go crawl into bed and get a few hours of oblivion before I have to get up and repeat the cycle. I’ve only got a few more weeks of crazy homework, and then it peters off a bit so I can catch my breath. Work isn’t going to get easier any time soon, so I’m just going to give up chasing my tail on that charge and do what I can as I can and hope that it will all work out somehow.

Instead of being original, I’m going to re-blog (what fucked up words we invent when we get new toys…) someone else’s ideas. I figure since he said it so well, that giving my own version of a similar swan song would be redundant. John Hartness and I do not have the same issues, per se, but we can all relate, and we can all probably relate to the article from The Onion that he references. So without further adieu, check out his post on Magical Words and revel in the truthiness….

On not writing, and poorly quoting, and onions. That last should really be singular. But anyway . . .

And seriously, if you get the chance to catch him, or any of the Magical Words gang at the various conventions, signings, etc, I highly recommend attending the panel/chatting them up at their tables/saying hey,  buying a book and getting it author-graphed. They’re a wise bunch of people, and the core philosophy of BICHOK is something we should all tattooed across the tops of our fingers. Hell, James R. Tuck could even do it…

 

Confession

I lied.

I said I was good at multitasking. I said I was good at handling all the million responsibilities that seem to encroach upon you with the title of “adult.” I said I could handle work and school and writing and all the other stuff I want to cram into my life.

Yeah, about that…

See, the thing is, I pretty much suck at multitasking. There are multiple, conflicting problems starting with my attention span. It’s the equivalent of a ferret on meth. Even doing research, I get distracted from the topic I’m supposed to be looking up by some other random shiny factoid and then I fall down the wikihole. Last week is a great example. I was working on a paper for my International Relations class on the effect of globalization on China’s domestic and foreign policies, and ended up watching almost two hours worth of video on the Westboro Baptist Church. Fucked up. Worse than that, I was taking notes because of how it related back to a novel I wrote when I was a teenager and I could finally see some connections I was too young and inexperienced to daydream on my own. And then I was looking for the original document…

…so you can see how this escalates and sends my world spinning out of control.

Now multiply that times infinity, because that’s how many times I’m distracted in an average week. (Granted, it’s highly unlikely that I would lose an almost two hour block at once, but a dozen little distractions add up fast.) I don’t seem to possess the will/skill/ability to drown out the distractions around me to keep myself on track…until I do, and then I hyper-focus on one thing, sacrificing all else to complete the One Task, and everything else falls apart. There appears to be no happy medium.

Which may be why there is no happy medium right now. Not enough play time, not enough decompression time, not enough creative time, and no energy left after this manic tail-chasing (and not the fun kind) to do the little things that seem to drain my enthusiasm by staring at me from their un-done-ness. I pretty much suck at following through, too. Lost interest is an epidemic to which I am prone, and being overwhelmed is akin to a paralyzing poison.

I know I’m just rebelling, even though I know the more productive course of action is making a plan and sticking too it. I’m rebelling so hard that I’m writing this post instead of doing one of the two papers, two mid-terms, and various other things that need to be completed this week. I’m doing this instead of rebooting the laundry. I’m doing this instead of all the things I will feel guilty about in 5…4….3…2….

So, yeah, back to work.

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