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...is something I'm QUITE sure my mom would be saying to me if I was a teenager now instead of the 80s. [As it happens, substitute 'internet' with 'radio' and then it's spot on IRL.]
I looked at my calendar today and thought two things: it's one of my sister's birthdays today, and OH CRAP APRIL IS ALMOST DONE AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE LIDWELLS OUTLINE.
I was this bad when I was a kid in high school. I'd have the best of intentions to finish off my homework early so I wouldn't have to worry about it, but Best Laid Plans and all that. I'd get distracted by my obsessive radio listening, my wanting to write whatever story I was working on at the time, or I'd want to hang out with my friends instead. It's not that I didn't want to do the homework. It's just that it bored the hell out of me and I'd rather have been doing something more fun or creative. I'd put it off until last minute, or it would be late, or I'd write something half-assed and be done with it, just to get it over with.
I was the same in college, sadly. The prerequisite classes bored me to tears (this includes the film classes...I wanted hands on, not boring theory), and my grades were usually average, just low enough to keep me from being able to sign up for internships or missing out a semester being on the radio crew. I was craving hands-on experience, which I quickly realized is where I learn a trade the fastest and most successfully, but I couldn't get at it, not without having to jump through hoops first. Suffice it to say I have a love-hate relationship with my alma mater for that reason.
So what does this have to do with today? Well, I'd made a goal to have the outline for Meet the Lidwells! ready to go by the end of April, and here we are, already on the last half of the month, and I have this dreaded feeling that I haven't even made a farking dent. That's not entirely true, to be honest, considering I 'm looking at my notecards right now and I can see I've got quite the collection already that's ready to be put in some semblance of order.
Part of me is just nervous because I'm thinking of all the time wasted futzing around on Twitter and elsewhere on the internets. All that time lost, and when I do get work done, it's rushed and sub-par. And oddly, another part of me is just as eager to shut down the internets anyway. That's part of what I was trying to say in my Bridgetown blog this morning...I feel the need to change my habits and get my act together. Changing over to DW has been partly successful...posting here not only means less time spent reacting to or bloviating within the Twitterverse, but more intent and meaning is put into whatever I type.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I'm doing what I can to be organized, but I'm sure I could do a hell of a lot better.
I looked at my calendar today and thought two things: it's one of my sister's birthdays today, and OH CRAP APRIL IS ALMOST DONE AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE LIDWELLS OUTLINE.
I was this bad when I was a kid in high school. I'd have the best of intentions to finish off my homework early so I wouldn't have to worry about it, but Best Laid Plans and all that. I'd get distracted by my obsessive radio listening, my wanting to write whatever story I was working on at the time, or I'd want to hang out with my friends instead. It's not that I didn't want to do the homework. It's just that it bored the hell out of me and I'd rather have been doing something more fun or creative. I'd put it off until last minute, or it would be late, or I'd write something half-assed and be done with it, just to get it over with.
I was the same in college, sadly. The prerequisite classes bored me to tears (this includes the film classes...I wanted hands on, not boring theory), and my grades were usually average, just low enough to keep me from being able to sign up for internships or missing out a semester being on the radio crew. I was craving hands-on experience, which I quickly realized is where I learn a trade the fastest and most successfully, but I couldn't get at it, not without having to jump through hoops first. Suffice it to say I have a love-hate relationship with my alma mater for that reason.
So what does this have to do with today? Well, I'd made a goal to have the outline for Meet the Lidwells! ready to go by the end of April, and here we are, already on the last half of the month, and I have this dreaded feeling that I haven't even made a farking dent. That's not entirely true, to be honest, considering I 'm looking at my notecards right now and I can see I've got quite the collection already that's ready to be put in some semblance of order.
Part of me is just nervous because I'm thinking of all the time wasted futzing around on Twitter and elsewhere on the internets. All that time lost, and when I do get work done, it's rushed and sub-par. And oddly, another part of me is just as eager to shut down the internets anyway. That's part of what I was trying to say in my Bridgetown blog this morning...I feel the need to change my habits and get my act together. Changing over to DW has been partly successful...posting here not only means less time spent reacting to or bloviating within the Twitterverse, but more intent and meaning is put into whatever I type.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I'm doing what I can to be organized, but I'm sure I could do a hell of a lot better.
