Multi-tasking and doing nothing

The last few weeks have been a bit of a disaster.Not through anything other than life getting in the way of being productive but all the same. On Monday my hectic fortnight finished (think as many big life events of loved ones as you can imagine on top of work resposibilities and study deadlines) and I have pretty much collapsed in a heap in a corner, sobbing and screaming to be left alone. Not the most measured reaction I’ll grant you, but one that I really needed. Well apart from the fact that I then had to catch up on life missed in the hectic fortnight (is it too far to refer to it going forward as the fortnight of doom?). And don’t worry, everything was where I needed it to be (on my desk). Unfirtunately it was in such a disordered heap that I am just working around it (all hunched over the keyboard scared to move my arms too far out in case they knock over a pile of paper. Something has to give surely? I just don’t know what. Well I do – all non-academic writing has taken a backseat this last few weeks (and in the week leading up to fortnight of doom (turns out I quite like that description). No blogging, business blogging, business writing, personal writing, fiction writing, note writing, list writing. Basically if it’s not a text message or work related then it hasn’t been written. Which goes someway to explain the jumble in my head perhaps. Or perhaps not – it is always a little messy inside.

Wins that have been won in the last few days include setting my current uni project live (woo!) and catching up on a module that I had fallen weeks behind in. I have also vacuumed and mopped the floors downstairs. Well a couple of them. And I programmed the robot vacuum/mop to do it for me. It’s honestly mesmerising watching it trundle along doing its job. I suspect there is a fortune to be made in the first person who gets these robots to play a mindful tune as they go – meditate as the housework takes care of itself. What an idea 😀

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Waste of Time?

This week I have done very, very little writing. Last week was such a success that I now feel like a failure for taking a day off my writing. Which is ridiculous because one day off does bot a failure make. I have the opportunity of getting settled to writing today and not only that I have actually set up two new potential writing spaces. One in my office (yes the office didn’t have a writing space due to the clutter) and one in the kitchen (which has a south facing aspect so catches the sun all day long). Part of me thinks that anything that progresses my writing counts as writing (thank-you Beck from You) but the realistic part of me knows that the only way to really progress my writing is to write. Consistently and frequently. So today I’ll aim for my daily target (it’s only 500 words) and take it from there. After breakfast and The Good Place of course…