Non Internet Procrastinating

Photo by Brittany Anderson, my lovely niece.

As I promised this won’t mention He Whom Shall Not Be Mentioned (boo. Can’t wait for Prometheus on 6/8). And I don’t mean Voldemort.

2. Using Your Basic Computer to Put Off Doing What You Love Doing.

a. Games. Ones you don’t need the internet for. I used to play Spider Solitaire a lot. Lately it’s been Majong Tiles. I almost snabbed my mom’s Hoyle games disc when we had her yardsale here last fall, but I knew the Gravity Tiles on that would be my undoing.

b. Cleaning up the desktop. This is actually useful. I moved all the photos of He Whom Shall Not Be Mentioned to the trash. Painful!! I trashed other lesser things, as well. Created new folders for homeless documents and even put some folders in folders. Now it’s easier to find folders and to see the lovely photo of a Maine beach that my niece took and posted on Facebook.
c. This is really cool. I shortened the bookmark titles on the bookmark bar. These are places I go to often like Goodreads, my website, this blog, Netflix, my bank. All I have to do is click on the bookmark…I put them there by dragging them from the address box, but some were long. To shorten, I went to the website so I could copy the URL. Then, I right clicked, chose new book mark, pasted the URL and added a shorter name, like Nano for National Novel Writing Month. The cute little icons came back when I restarted Firefox. I’m able to get many more on that way. You would need the internet for that, but it’s not like you’re messing around on it.

d. Pin icons to your task bar to take them off your desk top and make them easier to find.

e. Organize photos and music.

f. Edit photos and videos.

g. Change your desktop background using your own photo.

h. Learn how to use a program that’s sitting on your desktop that you don’t use because you never took the time to learn.

i. Write something that’s not your WIP (Work In Progress. That;s writer insider lingo.)

This is a shorter list, but not sweeter because it’s missing You Know Who.

I Want to Be Ready

I’ve had a busy writer week. Wish it was a busy selling week, but…

Here’s some things I did or that happened:

  • My interview was featured on a friend’s blog here.
  • I opened a Tweetdeck account, the usefulness thereof is still to be discovered.
  • As of this writing, I am 5 away from 300 Twitter followers. I’ve gained a bunche since I announced there I’m an indie author.
  • My book is scheduled to be featured here on Tuesday, 4/30.
  • I have liked/friended several authors.
  • I set up a meeting with Youngtown’s library manager to discuss writing programs for children and adults this summer.
  • I’m in contact with a wonderful woman who is helping me with research for What Doesn’t Kill You.
  • I made some nice progress on WDKY.
  • Added pictures to website and this blog. (I’m getting better at basic image manipulation!)

I don’t know where any of this is leading, if indeed anywhere. I read a blog this week–wish I’d saved it–by a man who was achieving what he wanted. He said he was ready when it happened because he kept working on it.

I want to be ready.

One Good Thing About a Full Time Job


–besides a paycheck.

Stress.

When I worked full time, I had limited time to write. I would dream about writing at work, wish I could turn off the 35 children I was trying to teach and tune in to my novel’s characters.

Now, I have ALL day, minus time to job search, which I should be doing more of. I’ll look at my work in progress, then stare at it, then look at Facebook (again) and Twitter (again) and play Mahjong (again). For some new and different procrastination technique, I could figure out the wonders of Google + which I’ve joined. It’s something about circles.

Stress from the job made me want to escape real life. It fed my creative energy and my motivation to dream and do something to hopefully get me out of the need of a “real” job. Now I don’t have that. Might be coming soon, as we run out of money.

I like staying home too much. Our house is small and comfortable, slightly untidy and lived in. I like hiding away, especially in this hellish summer heat. It doesn’t bother me if the only time I open the door is to get the mail or take the trash out. We go to church on Sunday. Isn’t that enough out for a introverted dork like myself? Well, maybe not.

There were other good things about my job. I loved the kids-a few at a time. And I did have some good times with whole classes and I think one or two kids actually learned something, even if it didn’t show up on the AIMS test. I worked with some good people, too. People I will miss.

The structure the job gave my day was useful. I’m a “whatever, whenever” kind of gal. I’ll go to sleep whenever, day or night, cook food whenever. Write whenever, wear whatever when I’m hanging around home. Working told me “If you want to write, you have to do it between these hours, and no, you can’t stay up until two just because your muse wants to.” So, I wrote during those hours. I needed to. My sanity depended on it. And that’s not much of an overstatement.

My husband works nights and his four workdays vary every week. He doesn’t sleep for six or seven or eight hours straight. He’ll get up late morning, go back to bed in the afternoon and wake up again in the evening. That doesn’t help either one of us. About the only regular thing we’ve been doing is watching the Diamondbacks in the evening.

I need external expectations to help me be productive and I don’t really like that. I’m kind of wishing I could come up with a series of gigs to make money, different jobs to challenge my mind, meet new people and learn new skills. But if I can’t structure myself to be productive, I’m setting myself up for trouble and failure.

Or possibly, as far as my novel goes, maybe I’m scared to finish it and put it out there for e-sale or to be rejected by agents. Maybe I’m afraid it will be good and I’ll have succeeded at something and make a little money and be compelled to do it again.

I have the time I dreamed of. Now, I have to learn to be productive and use it wisely.