Those of you following along on my little blog know that yesterday I conducted a time-management experiment: Logging my time to see where my time wasters were.
I got to about mid-morning when I realized that logging my day is a completely impossible task. My mind, and my activities, are all over the place. While getting my children ready for school between 6:50 and 9:15 a.m., I also sent emails, did laundry, played more on Facebook and Twitter, and made several phone calls. How on earth do you log that?
That’s just the way I work, the way I’m comfortable. Doing 12 things at once. With music blaring in the background. I spoke to my friend Viki yesterday afternoon, mentioning the abysmal failure of my time experiment, and she said, “Are you kidding me? Do you realize how much you get done in a day? Your system works.”
She’s right. I do have a system. It might fly in the face of conventional thinking, but, dammit, it works for me. After I did away with my time-logging, I sat down and wrote 3 pages of Baby Grand — 3 descriptive, make-me-smile pages.
So it looks as though working on Baby Grand isn’t a time management issue for me. Sure, I spend a good amount of time on Facebook, but if you were to take it away, I would quickly find a replacement to fill the void. I really do think it’s about fear, as I mentioned in my very first blog post. Fear that I won’t live up to my standards. My Hofstra professor, Dr. Julia Markus, agrees with me. “Just do it,” she told me.
She’s right. Fear I can handle. I am writing a thriller, after all.