Still sick, jellyfish, mid-write crisis.

by phill

m a t i t i n e..la vendetta!
Creative Commons License photo credit: Rache..

I think I described

my snot as something close to the consistency of opaque jelly last week. Well, maybe if that jelly looked like this jellyfish, I’d not really be that bothered. Also, if you haven’t got the National Geographic feed somewhere, you really should.I do like one of the quotes in there though:

The invertebrate is also incredibly fragile—it shatters as soon as it touches a net, she said.

“So it begs the question,” Gershwin said by email, “of how many fragile species are out there, right under our noses, that we have overlooked. … ”

If by ‘overlooked’ you mean ‘crushed with our noisy, oily death machines’ then yes, it does beg a question.

Anyway, moving on from sea creatures (endlessly fascinating as they are) and onto one of my most discussed topics. Efficiency. I’ve always had issues with getting things done in a timely manner. Wait, that’s not right. I can get things done on time, as evidenced by the fact that I graduated a couple years back, but it’s getting them done efficiently. That’s the thing that often escapes me. I am very, very able to be distracted by shinies. And by shinies I of course mean the internet. There’s just so much stuff! Ever since I was a little kid I’ve always suffered from the ‘missing out’ syndrome. That is, I feel as though I’m missing out on something if I’m not ears to the ground (or, in this case, eyes to the RSS feed) all the time.

I recently printed out all the pieces of writing I’ve written that I feel happy with. There wasn’t that many of them. I mean, tehre was a fair chunk, but not as many as I thought I’d have had over the two or three year period I’ve been trying out this writer schtick. And, although I can offer as many justifications, valid justifications, for that as I like, the real reason comes down to the fact that I get distracted. Or rather, I distract myself. But why? Why procrastinate from something I enjoy? Procrastination is something you do when you’d rather not be doing what it is you’re supposed to do. And that’s when I realised.

Writing, for me, has become like work.

I feel like I should be doing it. As soon as you use the word ‘should’ to descibe any activity, it’s a goner. “I should be doing my assignment”, “I should be washing the car”, “I should be getting this broken leg looked at”. See how it turns even the most menial of tasks into an insurmountable mountain?

I was thinking in the car today (I do my best thinking in the car, surrounded by idiots) that I’ve tried motivating myself about a million times into getting into a routine. Routine is good, it helps you to Get Things Done. And Getting Things Done is what life’s all about, right? Hmm. I guess I’m more about having a general set of ideas of what I want to get done and just slotting them in when I can. Lately I’ve tried things like assigning small amounts of time each day to things I want to do (20mins for writing, 10mins for bloggin’, 30mins for TF2 fun fun) but I always seem to just spend a lot of time pissfarting around in between these things. Distractions, distractions, distractions.

So I want to announce the removal of ‘should’ from my dictionary. Fuck should. The cynic in me is already predicting the end of this initiative three weeks down the track but fuck him too. Practise makes perfect, and if I’m continually trying to be a person who has the willpower to do things that improve and entertain himself, one day I might get the hang of it. I’m going to try and just do. Use the buildup of little dos to accomplish bigger dos and so on and so forth.

Writing is something I enjoy. I’ve turned it into work through my own messed up sense of duty and guilt, so it’s time to take that back. No more aiming for publications and accolades. I’m going to go back to when writing was fun, when it was a stress-reliever. My hope is that that’ll result in a lot more natural, unrestricted writing. Wish me luck, yo.

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