I love procrastination. It’s the one thing that never fails to remind me that I am a human being and not a machine.
Some folks know that I do a computer job to earn the crust. GTD is something of a Covey cult among the programming set. If you’re not familiar with this time management and productivity system (stands for Getting Things Done), I’d post the high-level theory here and some of the finer points, but I’ll probably get it wrong and then my inbox will fill up with angry programmers who have found their Nirvana. Here’s the Wikipedia article instead.
Anyway, I saw a post on another blog about GTD stuff and I was reminded yet again that we writers will be left with our proverbial buggy whips in hand if we do not get on board.
No thanks. I haven’t got it in me to prioritize anymore. I don’t want to get things done. I just want a long, uninterrupted think, and maybe a cigarette (even though I don’t smoke).
I’ll keep to my scatterbrained ways and think about the flock of robins that landed in my front yard and wonder just what the hell they were all doing together.
Writing, even structured writing, takes me away from all that process oriented crap. It’s takes me away from the if-then mentality of the workaday world. It is my salvation.[Note: The link to the procrastination pic came from Simply Wait. The original post disappeared a long time ago so I just linked to the Flick image.]