Last week was really great. Well, at least the first few days of it, because Graham and I were away from home renovations and driveway sealing and the home office in Niagara Falls mocking strangers and catching fish. And drinking Caesars in a can.
This week? This week Graham will be immersed in driveway sealing work and attempting to get into a trade apprenticeship program because he can’t be a driveway sealing pig forever (his phrase, not mine). And me? I will be Editor of the Fucking Year, accomplishing more in one week than I have accomplished this entire past month. Some of my editing shit is getting behind a little because I was out of the “office” for two days, and then had to spend half of one other day in the actual office in actual meetings with actual, 3-dimensional co-workers who SPEAK instead of MEOWING. Then there was Thursday, in which I did accomplish some good work, but then Friday is a half-day so you know I was less than stellar-productive. (Incidentally, Fridays are always half-days where I work. 365 days of the year. Wait, no…52 weeks of the year. ha)
I have eight titles in my charge, currently. Two of them are stupid easy HTML versions of newsletters that another editor has already, well…edited. Of the remaining six, one has a July pub date, three August, and two October. I will use these dates to prioritize my work, but since the week after this coming week I will be out of the office for three whole days, I really have to get two weeks worth of work done in this one week.
In order to prepare for work and stay focused, I will:
a) get up at a scheduled hour, shower and dress before beginning to work,
b) avoid going out to the garden to inspect progress, pull weeds, etc.,
c) follow a menu plan for cooking dinners (Being an organizational GENIUS, I already shopped for this week’s meals.),
d) eat meals at regular intervals, and
…this one’s gonna hurt…
e) remove my laptop from the home office during office hours and thus the temptation to read blogs, write blog entries, browse photos on Flickr, read threads on You Grow Girl, mess around with Twitter or Facebook, check the weather network, check news, watch for blog comments, etc.
Only when my work is in decent shape and caught up will I feel relaxed enough to really enjoy the trip to Chicago, because then DAMMIT I’ll deserve it.
Also, this Riesling from Jackson-Triggs? Nectar of the friggin’ GODS.
I’m concerned about the impact this will have on your Scrabble playing.