I’ve been strongly considering finding a writing nook where the internet does not exist. Something similar to a cave, or dungeon. Ever considered committing a crime and requesting to be placed into solitary confinement? No. Me either.
My eternal struggle is summed up in the cleverly written duo of blog posts entitled Why Procrastinators Procrastinate. That guy nails it, and the line I always laugh to myself about is the monkey’s thoughts, “Why would we ever use a computer for work when the internet is sitting right there waiting to be played with? He thinks humans are insane.” I chuckle… then sigh, and check my email for the four million, seven hundred and fifty four thousand, two hundred and eleventh time. Guess what? No new emails.
For people who say music helps them to work… I say, poppycock. The moment a song rips into my conscious thought, my train of thought derails from the productivity rails it was on and plummets into an incredible explosion of searching for the next song that will get me back on track. Maybe it does work for some, but not me. Some songs inspire me, which helps… but as much as I love Bad Religion, it just doesn’t fit in with writing about Magicians. Not sure why, maybe that’s a good short story concept. Punk wizards in a post-apocalyptic world using their musical magic to conquer the silence cult of doomsday. Writes itself really.
What were we talking about? Oh yeah! Procrastination. Whoops, isn’t that ironic. Don’t ya think?
Anyway before I bust out into Alanis Morissette (for those of you who are old enough to remember her) I’m going to challenge myself and return to a process I did a long time ago that was fully integrated into time management. I used to set a time block for writing and within that block I had to write more than a thousand words (easily achievable). However I also had given chores times as well and essentially had busted down my top goals and how I was going to work towards them. This requires a ton of planning (something every procrastinator loves to do) and then the commitment from myself and those around me. Also, it helped to make no excuses about being too tired to do a task. You just do it. I’m going to spend the rest of this week, planning my next week. I demand satisfaction and that will not be achieved until I am finished my story.
Let’s do this. Wish me luck!
The problem with solitary confinement: I don’t think they allow you writing materials in there…
Hmm, but maybe if I smuggle some in. Also, chances are if I did end up in prison, I wouldn’t make it. So I don’t consider that an option.
Although if I could find an island and live alone for awhile… maybe that would work!