September 6, 2013
The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel. — Steve Furtick
I’ve been doing a lot of non writing reading and research. Productivity tips are my non-fiction bailiwick.
And my weakness.
….more like my kryptonite, actually.
In my trek across the vast internet landscape in search of The Perfect Time Management Technique (so far, nothing beats The Pomodoro Technique but I still try!), I bumble across a lot of different websites. Most are, of course, related to Time Management and Productivity. A few, though, rubbed peripherally against writing, my main passion.
One neatly dissects right across it.
I have a bucket list. In my bucket list I have all the things I’ve ever wanted to do, all cut out images and notes on separate pages to document how I will achieve them, what my progress is along the way and any sort of notes I come across in my drive to eventually see them done.
But a bucket list devoted entirely to writing?
I signed up for the free ebook and devoured it. The great majority I will be able to do. Some, I’ve already done. Some….really don’t apply to me at all but it’s seriously not an issue to replace with something else writing related that I’d like to do.
What does this have to do with productivity? I’m getting to that, I promise.
One of the things on the list:
34. Re-type your favorite novel.
Writers have heard about doing this particular thing, perhaps on a smaller basis of retyping a paragraph, scene or chapter. But this line item on the Writer’s Bucket List is to retype the whole thing.
I read it, looked at it sideways and shuffled around for weeks before giving up and diving in. I mean, I was stubbing my toe and procrastinating on everything else, what a perfect way to waste more time and hopefully gain some insight in a backward-falling way, right?
Well, yes and no.
I fail on the procrastination end. I have found that by doing my retype first thing in the morning (internet off! no email before I put in my 25 minutes — a neat intersection of procrastination and Pomodoro productivity), my mind is lubricated with more than just coffee and my fingers are now nimble from having shrugged off the veil of grogginess from having just woken up.
In the few weeks I’ve been doing this, and by ‘few weeks’ I really mean two, I have finished two short stories, one novella and made some headway into editing another longer short story.
I can’t even procrastinate right anymore. Or is it that I’m more productive with my procrastination? In any event, I’m sold on this particular tactic. What started out as me believing it really was a waste of time (I mean, how can I better my writing by retyping word for word someone else’s work?) and energy, has given me both.
Added bonus? I get to read one of my favorite novels all over again. Weeeee!
August 22, 2013
Something that has always managed to happen to me. It’s kind of freaky. I’m sure there’s a universal law relating to it, I’m not sure.
Here’s the pattern.
I spiral downward, fighting and clawing my entire way until I hit bottom.
I bounce for a bit before I get settled.
I start the long climb out.
I don’t get very far before I realize this is a long damn way to climb.
I make a post bitching about it.
My next hand hold to pull up, I emerge into sunlight.
It’s as if my bitching and complaining manages to spur something in me, in my life. No idea. Like jinxing myself but in a good way.
So. What happened? Read the rest of this entry »
August 21, 2013
Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. — Terri Guillemets
Re: today’s quote.
Oh yeah. OOOOOHHHH yeah.
I’m in the moral enemies stage right now
Recently, I’ve been on a productivity kick. The reason is pretty obvious, I wasn’t being very productive. In fact, I felt like most of the time I was just spinning my wheels. Sure, I was ‘doing stuff’ but that stuff I was doing wasn’t stuff that was serving me. It was a wildly waste of time by doing stuff in the most ineffecient way possible.
This, understandably, bothers me. I may be lazy but I’m not inefficient!
So for the past two months I’ve done a study of my daily routine and habits. And I uncovered a most regrettable thing. Read the rest of this entry »