The other day I was having a conversation with my wife about scheduling. More specifically about how I'm always trying to make or get on a schedule and then consequently getting frustrated. Which in retrospect is true, though I can never quite figure out what went wrong. I usually just blame the situation and people for being so unpredictable. Not to say that I'm not right but I could possibly be semi-wrong. My wife suggested that the crux of the issue lays in the fact that I function on a cycle that is just under 2 hours.
The theory is that I can't a lot time for activities in anything but increments of 1 hour and 40 minutes. So when something takes 2+ hours it means that two blocks of my 8 usable blocks are consumed. Meaning that if I have six things to do that I have a narrow margin of time to get them in to my schedule. But if something comes up that slows one of these tasks down or an extra task comes up it can potentially use up the last 2 remaining blocks. Suddenly I have absolutely not time at all and my schedule is fully booked. That's not even the real problem. The problem is that I tend to actually schedule things in 2 hour increments, so my calendar is saying one thing but my mind wants another. In my perception I'm double booking activities and rushing to get things done before my time is up.
It's stressful and a little disheartening. Sitting down and writing has become this delicate balance of time and ideas. No matter how hard I try I can't find the time to sit down and write and it seems to be my fault. I'm not quite through with project typist, it's still a good experiment with some valid ideas. I don't know how I can actually work it into my functional life.
At this point its been about 2 weeks since I've work on any fictional writing. As well, I haven't painted or done any creative work. I put it down to stress, distraction and poor habits. The thing about that is I say screw it, just have to punch the wall and walk on through so I took these pictures of my cats.
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