The Vicious Cycle of the Unproductive Schedule
My current trip into the wilds highlights an unpleasant truth I’m probably going to do nothing to fix: My daily routine isn’t very conducive to getting much done. On days that I’m not otherwise occupied, I go through my half-dozen high traffic e-mail accounts almost as soon as I wake up, I then spend an hour or two reading the news at getting all angry and depressed at our world gone mad (or our world been mad, as may be the more apt description), and then I spend hours numbing all that away watching let’s plays and similar vids. A little video gaming may also factor into the picture, though I don’t do much of it these days. Not much of any real merit gets done, if anything.
Contrast this with the times I’m deprived of my connection to the Internet. All I have is my writing to entertain myself. Yes, I may need to look some stuff up later, but I don’t get stuck in an hours-long wiki-walk, soaking up loads of data that may or may not be relevant. I don’t go looking for new distractions every two seconds. I just write or I work on the peripheral materials (which become a springboard for writing on the stories themselves). It’s really quite nice.
I’ve been trying to get myself to meet daily writing quotas, something in the vicinity of 500-1000 words, but I haven’t yet managed to commit myself to it. Perhaps I need to just disable my wifi and remove the temptation to indulge my taste for distraction. I don’t expect to actually do this, anymore than I expect to consistently meet the aforementioned wordcount quotas. Still, it’s something worth reflecting on. Then again, a little less time reflecting and a little more time actually remedying the situation is invariably the surer route to a solution.
Knowing you’re hopeless doesn’t make you any less hopeless, kids.
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Ramblings | James Carmack | 29 June 2013 |
