Working on newspapers taught me how to write to a deadline but unfortunately they also taught me to do my best work under pressure so I have a bad habit of procrastinating because I know my thoughts will be clearer when I’m under the gun. Adrenaline kicks in and all the thoughts run around firing off one another and coming together in some sort of magical mania that ends up being a good story.
On the bad side is that I don’t like it when I’m getting to deadline and people start making demands of me that do not fit into my deadline schedule. Today is one of those days and I’m afraid I started getting a little cranky.
The deadline is for an essay required for a course I am wanting to take in the fall. I’ve done all the research and have all the material I need to make it happen but it is, unfortunately, not on one of my favourite topics.
“Strange,” you say. “She is taking a course and writing an essay for it but doesn’t like the topic.”
You got it. That is because the topic is myself, my talents and my failings. It is sort of like a long version of a resume only with some very personal and heartfelt stuff in it. That makes it harder to bring together. It’s almost like an written interview.
There are specific questions to answer which is a good guideline but it’s just not easy to put myself out there saying all sorts of nice things. I could happily do it for someone else but it’s hard for me.
As the work continued today things kept getting in the way. I would just begin to get on a roll with words coming together and something would happen which required my immediate attention. Twice people at the door, once a text demanding my attention, another tending to a wound. Then there was a silent yelling from outside to do something with all those elderberries. (The elderberries actually provided a sometimes needed break from the thinking but were a bit like the last straw.)
There are still elderberries to take off those nasty little stems but I found a system and hopefully tomorrow will be quiet on this front so I can meet the Friday deadline. There may have to be a posting outside the door to walk softly and not disturb the woman in front of the computer.
And just you know, the dinner with my partner’s brother and sister was part of my plan for the day so it didn’t get in the way. What a treat to spend some quality time with other adults. Thanks Bruce and Janette.