Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
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Eh? Wot?

The thing about working at home is that I have no time sense.

Granted, I had very little time sense even before. But there were natural demarcations of time. Work from 8 to 12, putter about the house, pick child up til 2:20, nap, be awakened by Adam at 5 or 5:30, dinner, bit of family time, bed.

Now?

Drop family off at school/work. Take meds. Go for walk, generally. Putter about the house naked. Have mental list of Things To Do. Keep getting distracted by other Things To Do, which take up variable lengths of time - unless I manage to drop into writerbrain, at which point I'm at the computer for several hours at a time longer than is healthy. I need to set up an alarm chime or something to make me get up and walk around, do some laundry, something, every hour or so. Because I do fall into this for hours. I resurface briefly, enough to think "I ought to take a break," which thought is always followed by "after just a little more work", thereupon which I fall back in and don't resurface for another three hours.

The "after just a little more work" impulse is there partly because I've got to view this as my job now, and I do have stuff that's reasonably close enough to completion that I feel guilty about taking breaks from it. I will not allow myself to slack off, especially as I'm not currently bringing in any money. I am stubborn to a fault.

"Yes, Oprah, I wrote it in two weeks. Philip K. Dick is my role model."

(Dick wrote most of his books in 8-10 days. Which I think I could do, in present circumstances ought not to attempt.)

In any case, I need to figure out some way to get a time sense, for my own good.
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