I looked at the frost on my flowers the other day and thought, “Huh. That’s like my brain right now.”
You know when you were a kid and ate ice cream too fast or slurped one of those slushie things? It was like, “Whoa! Brain freeze!” Remember that?
Yeah. That’s not what I’m talking about at all. It’s more like stumbling out of bed at ridiculous-o-clock, shuffling into the kitchen, opening the cabinet, and staring at the coffee mugs.
Almost daily now, I find myself in the middle of a task and I get brain freeze. I just stop what I’m doing and my mind goes to sleep for a second. What was I doing? Why did I come in here? What was I looking for?
This has happened to me many times, of course. Usually in the early morning. But now it’s like permafrost—it lasts all day.
On top of that, I think magical things are going to happen. Not consciously but in a “this-will-be-completed-with-no-assistance-from-me” sort of way.
If I stare at the coffee maker, I will have coffee. If I stare at the computer screen, my page will be edited.
I’m getting time back by focusing on what’s important and ditching the rest (which is awesome) but I’m not getting the stuff done I’ve made time for. I know. Irony is delicious. Just don’t eat it too fast.
Maybe I need to get used to having that bit of extra time before my frostbitten brain can thaw and function properly.
My Sunday thoughts in (around) 200 words.
I know everyone wonders what they went into the kitchen for at one time or another but, realistically, how often does this happen to you? Should I be worried? 😉
I think I just need to adjust to this new-ish schedule. Hopefully, after a transition period, this will mean I actually finish the books I’m working on and get them out into the world! *fingers crossed*
I wish this was me trying to be funny or something but, alas, that just happened. Seriously.
I’m not sure if this means I desperately need the book or it would be a bad fit because the author can’t hold the attention of his target audience long enough to buy his book.
In my defense, it’s a fairly lengthy description.
And I’m not always that easily distracted but… Ooh! Shiny!
When there is a lot going on (there is) and stuff keeps piling up on top my head (it does), I get overwhelmed then become easily distracted.
This got me thinking, as these things do, and now I’ve completely lost it and am in some deep philosophical discussion with myself about metaphysics and if the phone is actually ringing and if I’m even real.
So that’s the deal with my life right now. How are you?
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
How do you focus with all the distractions out there? By the way, should any of you lovely readers like to check the book out, the link is up there and it’s called Deep Work. I (obviously) haven’t read it but Sacha Black recommends it. 🙂
I may get an opportunity to have a few hours to myself each week.
Time to myself, people!Every. Week.
Because I’m going to use this time to write.
Here’s the catch. (You knew there was a catch, right?)
If I do the whole “drop-off, drive home, drive back, pick-up” thing, I’ll lose an hour.
So, I need to stay put. I need to be out of my housewhile I’m writing. I’ve never done this. Correction. I’ve never successfully done this.
I’ve tried coffee shops, tea shops, shoe shops, sweet shops. (No, really, not a sweet shop. In those, I just annoy my kids with how I used to buy Raisinets and Nerds in regular sized packages not the sugar-rush, vomit-inducing size they sell now.)
I don’t understand how people can write in coffee shops or whatnot. I can barely write my name never mind a scene or chapter in those places.
I’m so distracted by the noise and commotion, I can’t concentrate long enough to read the sugar packet I just dumped in my coffee.
I could use some advice. Or an alternative. I’m open to anything. Mostly. Let’s not get crazy.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Can you write outside your house? Where do you go? How do you concentrate? Do you have any other ideas? I’m willing to sit in my car if need be.