Thursday, July 20, 2006
ah well, its something to take my mind off of not getting any work done. maybe the whole ordeal will inspire me somehow.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
so, i've started something i've NEVER done-a to do list. not in any kind of order, the first thing to do is get it all down, brainstorm, everything that can be thought of that needs doing, keeping household seperate from both personal and paid work. then decide which takes priority. sometimes this can cross over because sweeping or cooking can free up the mind to receive ideas for the others. it's gonna take at least a day to get everything organized, at least for me, to have all paid stuff ordered together, all personal, etc.
then caluclate at LEAST an 8 hour day, just like a job. when i first became self-employed i used to get up and prepare myself just like i was going to the office. i've since gotten lazy and usually get up, grab a cup of java and sit down at the computer. WRONG! shower, brush teeth, get dressed and THEN go to work! there's an old saying about saving money, that you pay yourself first, otherwise it'll all be gone by the time you get around to YOU. the same holds true for work. while we think that we should do paying jobs first, because after all, that's what's keeping the roof over our heads, when we're done, we have no brain power left for our personal stuff. so, my choice is ME first. read my email, gather ideas for writing & blogging, then do the actual writing and blogging. spend some time marketing, checking out submission guidelines, publishers, etc. at least half of the 8 hour day should be spent on personal work otherwise the success will never come. and breaks have to come in somewhere. breaks were taken at corporate so why not at home? stretches, coffee greaks, lunch, and all AWAY from the computer. again, it frees up the mind to receive.
now, all is ready for the customers. the remainder of the work day is spent on the paying gigs with a fresh, alert and relieved mind, unharried and unscattered. as i've said, i've yet to have a customer complaint but i can see the difference, if only in my approach to their project. and approach, with presentation, is everything.
then dishes, laundry, cooking and cleaning if it wasn't used as a release earlier. time for the significant other and even some time left over for a bubble bath with a glass of wine and a good book. there's really nothing magical about it, just harnassing the psycho babble that says "you're scheduled, you're not free." it's that internal critic again, tying up and saying it can't be done. with a little of the old hocus, pocus you can focus and poof, those ties are broken.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
it's a beautiful sunny monday morning on chicago's lakefront and i feel better about friday's material. my daughter in virginia wondered why i didn't have someone with me when i went for my breast ultra sound-someone for moral support and i said i didn't need anyone, it was only an unltra sound. the weekend and my writings proved me wrong. it WAS just an ultra sound but then they ordered a biopsy, so it turned a touch darker. it's possible that the mass found is benign, but of course it's possible that it's not. it wasn't until i read the poem i wrote about it at chicago's printers row book fair, that i realized how deeply i felt about all of it.
well finally i got my boyfriend ken to go look at my truck. it was stalling and dying and was parked four blocks over for a week. he went, fiddled with some wires and shazaam, fixed. i guess its a guy thing. would've been nice if he would've gotten over there sooner, but thats a guy think too. ken time, i call it. he says it's an artists' thing. visual artists are sure a lot different than writers, i'll tell you.
there's a lot to read about blogging and at some point i'll get thru it all and this will be a worthwhile exercise. right now tho, it's just me and early morning sunrise on lake michigan, cleaning up cat puke and hoping someday to get paid enough for my writing, here or there, to pay the bills. these musings inspired poetry.