Where did the time go?
Monday, April 2, 2007
April snuck in without me noticing. And there I was with my St. Paddy's Day hat still on and everything. ;)
The feeling is that I'm on one of those carnival rides where you're stuck between two Sumo wrestlers and spun backwards while loud music by Bon Jovi plays in the background. Every once in a while the carnie calls out over the microphone, "Do you wanna go faster?"
The kids all scream, "YES!"
This is not my response, but I find it hard to breathe as I am squeezed beyond recognition in a Sumo sandwich. All I can do is pray that the ride will end soon.
But then I'd just get bored and take on another set of projects so that the cycle starts up again. ;)
Life happens like that. And being a pro at procrastination doesn't help. Why is it that my taxes seemed to be the most appealing thing for me to do yesterday? All of the other projects called out to me from their spots around the house: the beta-read, the copywriting, the editing, the transcribing of interview notes...and all the other stuff that seems to carry forward like an oversized backpack on the Amazing Race.
There are oodles of things to do, but I know I need to slow down. Working steadily, even if some of it is work that I delight in, leaves me little time to regroup and connect with other human beings.
As the DH so eloquently states, "When the computer is on, you're not here."
That's okay if we're talking about an hour here or there, but an entire day can go by and I find myself wondering why it's suddenly dark outside. The doorbell rings and I don't hear it. The DH could be attacked by a squad of zombie cheerleaders and the only way I'd know something was amiss would be finding a pompom with a hand still attached to it in the living room.
Hey, that's a great idea for a story...
The feeling is that I'm on one of those carnival rides where you're stuck between two Sumo wrestlers and spun backwards while loud music by Bon Jovi plays in the background. Every once in a while the carnie calls out over the microphone, "Do you wanna go faster?"
The kids all scream, "YES!"
This is not my response, but I find it hard to breathe as I am squeezed beyond recognition in a Sumo sandwich. All I can do is pray that the ride will end soon.
But then I'd just get bored and take on another set of projects so that the cycle starts up again. ;)
Life happens like that. And being a pro at procrastination doesn't help. Why is it that my taxes seemed to be the most appealing thing for me to do yesterday? All of the other projects called out to me from their spots around the house: the beta-read, the copywriting, the editing, the transcribing of interview notes...and all the other stuff that seems to carry forward like an oversized backpack on the Amazing Race.
There are oodles of things to do, but I know I need to slow down. Working steadily, even if some of it is work that I delight in, leaves me little time to regroup and connect with other human beings.
As the DH so eloquently states, "When the computer is on, you're not here."
That's okay if we're talking about an hour here or there, but an entire day can go by and I find myself wondering why it's suddenly dark outside. The doorbell rings and I don't hear it. The DH could be attacked by a squad of zombie cheerleaders and the only way I'd know something was amiss would be finding a pompom with a hand still attached to it in the living room.
Hey, that's a great idea for a story...
posted by Bonnie Staring at 11:57 AM
5 Comments:
Isn't it hilarious I had the same conversation with Mr. Pink the other day. What's worse is when he *isn't* here (which lately is more often than not...) I can go entire days without getting off the computer and not even realize it...
I had visions of you with Sumo Wrestlers! Too funny.
I played Luxor on Sunday after reading an entire book. I was so lazy. I spent 4 hours shooting little balls to stop beetles from getting into my pyramid when I could have been writing.
So how do we break ourselves away from the computer ladies? Do we set a kitchen timer or something?
Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie
I don't want to ruin your day or anything, but I saw a live broadcast the other day of Ed McMahon trying to deliver a $1 million Publisher's Clearinghouse check to a woman who wouldn't open the door because she was too transfixed in front of the computer to hear the doorbell. I didn't think much of it until they pointed the camera inside a window and, OMG, that was you!!
hee hee
Great post. Very funny stuff.
bobbarama, I couldn't answer the door because of the restraining order Ed put out against me. Seems he didn't make the connecttion between Bonnie Staring and Bonequa Gonzales, my pen name. ;)
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