So, have any of you happened upon the magic elixir for getting it all done—and by ‘getting it all done’ I mean work, play, meals, sleep, exercise, lounging, friends, family, volunteer work and, you know, writing the Great American Novel (for example)?
Yeah, me neither.
I keep hoping to become a master juggler, if nothing else. And while I can handle quite few things at once, my own, personal writing never seems to make it aloft.
What is up with that (pun may or may not be intended)?
Part of it is time—there never seems to be enough of it. But time has a funny way of speeding up as it goes on . . .
Part of it is fatigue—by the time I finish work, all my brain has left to offer is crumbs. But crumbs have a funny way of accumulating, so long as you don’t throw them aside . . .
Part of it perfectionism—if I can’t write something well, I tend not to write at all (sadly, blog posts do not count). But junk has a funny way of becoming treasure, if only you let it . . .
So the moral of this particular tale: Nike has it right–you’ve just got to do it. To start, my friend and I are meeting once a month to discuss our progress. I’ll let you know how we fare; if I find anything particuarly helpful, I’ll share.
In the meantime, I’m off to pencil it in . . .