It's not easy to work sometimes. The turbulent world holds me up in so many different ways that I can hardly find time to breathe, let alone get on top of the mountains of work that I have to do.
My current projects have seen little in the way of progress in the last week, or even the last two weeks. Being sick held me back, and then, after recovering, the world was full tilt with distractions. Valentine's Day brought a full weekend of non-work related activity, only to lead to a week that saw almost as little progress. Yes, the dogs of distraction, and the pimps of procrastination were working overtime on an easy target. By Wednesday, they had me winding my way to Aberdeen, WA to buy a fast motorcycle. While this is a great advance for the wildest forms of journalism, it does very little for actually helping me write. The picture is becoming clear: stop with the bikes, the valentines, the lawnmower racing, the facebooking, the iTunes music hunts, the online games, the twittering and the blogging (see what it's doing?) until something tangible is produced.
Good God! This is not the time to mill the hours away typing nonsense into the web box; it's time for some action. Two, maybe three more weeks and it will all be coming to a head. The hammer is definitely going to fall and I don't want to have my head under it when it does. Blend in, take cover, and see your way to the front, man. This is the hour of great import.
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