i have ten minutes to post, because I started a post, and then got three paragraphs in, and realized that I didn’t want to post about that, after all.
So now I have ten minutes to post before it’s time to wake up Chris and turn the computer over to him, because he needs to do his homework.
Ten minutes is not a lot of time. There are six of them in an hour, and we all know how fast an hour can fly by.
Ten minutes is how I get most of my housework done. I tell myself that I’m only going to do whatever I can get done in ten minutes. Sometimes I don’t quit after ten minutes. Sometimes I do. But ten minutes gets me started, and I’ve gotten a lot of necessary-but-not-incredibly-fun crap done in ten minute increments.
Julia Cameron says that one way she manages to stick with her daily writing routine (not discipline, because discipline is a dirty word to Julia) is to do the same thing: when she’s not in the mood, she just agrees with herself to write for ten minutes, mood or no. And usually ten minutes is long enough to get a nice taste of how much she enjoys writing. Far too much to stop after ten minutes.
The clock on the computer is a handy thing. It says I have six minutes left till it’s time to wake Chris up. I can actually type over 80 words per minute, if I’m taking a timed typing test and someone gives me the words to write. On a good day, I can write my own words pretty darn fast, too.
I did not finish ScriptFrenzy in June, because we had no air conditioning in June, and the computer desk is quantifiably the hottest spot in the house. So I am planning on finishing the script in July, because doggone it, it was a good story and it wants to be told, and it’s not the story’s fault that our central air unit decided to die during the hottest weather of the year. Oh, and I can’t remember if I posted this before, but I figured out how to break the gypsy curse, and the solution was so lovely, I did a little happy dance when it came to me. Of course, I was lying in bed at the time, so it was a very small amount of actual movement for a happy dance. It was really more like a happy wiggle. But you get the idea–it was an idea that was so exciting, it inspired kinetic expression.
I have two minutes left, according to the little clock on the computer.
I now miss LOST. I didn’t miss it for the first six weeks, because the last six weeks of LOST completely took over my brain and my life and refused to release them back to my control till the end of “Through the Looking Glass” so the first six weeks of the eight month hiatus, I just celebrated having full use of my brain again. But now it is over six weeks later, and I am bored with my brain and I miss LOST.
One minute left.
Daryn makes some lovely cakes. They are so lovely, and she has possibly the longest FAQ I have ever read for a dessert-related website. She and Craig are wonderfully thorough people. I love that about them. I am a sketchy person. I sketch in my notebook like I sketch my way through life–sans a lot of details.
Nine-thirty. Gotta go. 🙂