(This is really two posts in one. How cool is that?)
One of the reasons people give about why they don’t pursue their creativity is that there’s never enough time to do it.
Which makes sense. But we’re all allotted the same 168 hours per week. Unless I croak in mid-stream, I get the same amount as everyone else. But I find my own normal activities fill it up very quickly.
I’ve heard it said that work — or non-work — expands to fill the time we have. But is it true? Let’s get personal and explore that thought this week. I’ll go first …
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(Add, @ work)
Been wicked busy all week, doing mostly physical things. Still stiff from that, which precludes my usual standing-up writing.
Despite that, managed to finish some client work (though not as much as I’d like) and edited my older brother’s essay. This was all done in my recliner, feet up, with a semiconscious cat curled up next to me.
The main thing for me is completing the second draft of my ebook. Finished it last night, as planned. That’s huge. Now it’s a matter of fine tuning and formatting. The whole thing checks in at a tick more than 30,000 words; a nice size for an ebook.
Supposedly my writing software, Scrivener, does all my formatting. Maybe, but I haven’t learned how to do that yet and am never patient enough to read all the instructions before starting. Anyway, I’m using LibreOffice for the final draft.
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