1,000 words by lunchtime?
In the final sprint to the end of 2018, this Big Year has been a mess but a bazooka of a mess. I know now to never again set such gnarly day-by-day imposts. Every day in 2018 I’m mean to rise early, to work in peace (no Facebook) over the morning, to get my 1,000 words, and to do daily planning/monitoring. Even allowing for vacation time, I estimate my success rate for those four rules is 67%, 75%, 33%, and 80%. By any measure this Big Year is a flop.
But flop it isn’t, not really. In a busy life, getting most of the day onto in-flow work is tough, and I’ve felt engaged and motivated all year. Right now, I jump out of bed without fuss, I give Facebook an AM heave-ho, I always get pretty good work done, and I’m on top of things. No mean feat, all that.
Imagine me smiling . . .
Urgency grips the geek. 100 days! Can he do it? So what if he does?
I’ve reassessed progress and prospects. The picture over the four Big Years isn’t pretty but each has lifted me for the better. Over the next week or so, I’ll reshape the four pushes towards December 31. Call me excited!
The last fortnight has been thrilling but spent in the worlds of commerce and crime fiction, so it’s a wrench to get back into the most important work. Here’s a story I tell myself to reorient: “Once upon a time in the land of buffalo, clever people invent energy millions of times more powerful. Can they bottle it? It’s expensive – can cleverness turn it cheap enough? Oh they dream . . .”
In my experience it doesn’t take much to unscramble one’s determination. Over the last week I’ve been plumbing the dizzy heights and mired depths of self publishing (Deadly Investment, my first crime novel, approaches!). Commissioning professionals to assemble the book’s bits and pieces, trying to think in sales mode, planning detailed steps, all the while struggling with a leg injury . . . I lapsed. I was laboring hard but all my Big Years momentarily faltered. I got up early but wasn’t drafting my big book (1,000 Big Year). Some hiking, biking, and gym kept me from ossifying but my exercise targets slumped (Freshness Big Year). I even missed a couple of Headspace days (Stillness Big Year). I did keep up the Tractor Big Year research into publishing (in fact that’s all I did). I drank wine and ate chocolate.
Yesterday the usual “why falter” gloom set in but today I’m reassembling my life. Back on track soon . . .
Bar Ristretto. September 10, 2018 . . . an important day. Why important? No reason at all, just another day to draft words that might one day add to a story.
I jogged a couple of days ago, not 10 kms as per my Freshness Big Year, not 5 kms as has been a frequent last-resort action, but only 2 kms. And it didn’t work. My right quad muscle is messed up and it’s time to see the physio. In the meantime all my exercise goals are moot and need to be sensibly revised. My other Big Years also flounder, I’m not sure why.
So, with a quarter of 2018 remaining, let me reorient and recommit.
That’s the challenge for 2018: every day, up early . . . work (and don’t look at the sky or Tumblr). I’m in Cairns for five days and morning is the only time to cycle and birdwatch and enjoy, so each afternoon I’ll pretend it’s morning. Caffiend is my home cafe. I work, I work, I work.
Is there any joy wilder than commencing a day’s work? Forget the Grand Canyon, just gaze inside!
See the magic cup sign of Bar Ristretto? Note the dawn timing? See the scribbled graphic of arcane book material? Feel my pride and happiness?
Mostly I’ve moaned about this Big Year, which I sum up as “1,000 words a day by rising early and chucking morning energies at work (no Facebook!) and planning/monitoring.” I’ve struggled with inertia, insomnia, and sleepy sleep-ins. But now, with just under a third of a year left, it’s all sweetness and light. Long may it continue!