It is going to be 70 out today and I just got meeting’ed over my lunch because people can’t fucking remember that not all of us are in the Eastern time zone. So I don’t even know if I’ll get to step outside before the thunderstorms hit.
Also, the wifi is spotty out on our back deck or else I would just work from there.
Well, only one of you should be going into the store, so she won’t know what you look like… yesterday I wore a bandana, like a 5 year old playing cops and robbers. Weird. We all need to get used to the new normal - which includes looking weird.
I’m supposed to be finishing up at the old house. There are a billion little things to do, plus a lot of cleaning. But I keep just lying down. I’m very dirty from this filthy floor.
I am incapable of focusing on work today. I start a task, and then walk away and go outside and stare at the sky. Then come back in, look at my laptop. Type a sentence. Go to kitchen, eat a snack. Walk back to laptop, click a button. Go to living room to check on dogs. Walk back to laptop, etc etc. I hate today.
Hi! This is my life. The idea that creating something new (which likely has fuzzy requirements) can follow the same sort of schedule as performing structured tasks is ridiculous.
Writers block isn’t allowed when you’re on the clock.
Is it bad if I’m mostly performing somewhat structured tasks with wild variations? Haha.
My writers block is when trying to compose an e-mail to German colleagues without using too many words that muddy the waters of what I am trying to ask. This is a learned skill, from what my boss has told me, but brevity is not a talent of mine.
And not bad at all since there’s wild variations! Repetitive tasks you can just put headphones on and lose yourself in. The gear switching takes more time and it feels like it should.
Write it then do an edit. Eliminate unnecessary words, shorten ideas (do they really need all the context, for example).
Then take a clean copy of that, and edit again.
Then take a clean copy of that, and edit. Maaaybe send that one. But at least it gets you started instead of feeling like you have to be brief from the outset.
Haha. This is exactly my process. I write what I really want to say. Then take out half the words. Then I edit again. and again. It has been a learning process for me for sure.
Our sweet neighbor keeps cooking and baking and sharing the excess with us and others. I feel like an incredible a****** for resenting the additional tasks around sanitizing the containers we are bringing into our home and and the added mental overhead of worrying about the potential that the food itself might be contaminated. I’ve read that the risk of that is low, but my anxious brain is bothered anyway. I realize we could say something to her but are are choosing not to. Note that she leaves it outside for us, so it’s not a social distancing concern.
It’s extremely nice out, which is wonderful, but one of my neighbors is taking a call outside and I can hear the entire thing. It’s not even gossip-y or interesting.