Toward Utility

To continue with the assorted ramblings of working within self-created systems: I’m experimenting with working only on The Book in the morning and relegating these pieces, the newsletter, and assorted web tinkering (I’ve already instituted a strict no-connection, no news (read: no Orange Malignancy) policy, save for family and music, in the morning – Self-Control is an essential app) to the less stringent, awake, and focus-demanding afternoons so they become not a distraction from the main work of the morning but a supplemental exorcism of accrued thought amidst the afternoon wasteland.

A plus: this shift / delineation away from reflexive distraction helps to minimize the pervasive lack of purpose that can, especially in various modes of exhaustion, haunt my afternoons, the overflowing of a self-perpetuated cocktail of guilt and bullshit that tells me I didn’t do all I could and that I must therefore pay the penance of wallowing in my own artistic insignficance for the duration of the afternoon, much to the dismay of all who are unfortunate enough to encounter me.

A challenge as well: learning to work on the iPad – this piece itself is an experiment with composing and publishing on it alone – and shift my little MacBook Air 2011 to essentially a snappy little typewriter (iA Writer on both)… partly, I’m sure, to prepare myself for said Air’s inevitable demise and the movement of all work, Book or ramblings, to the iPad.

The rain, the ice: still, it falls.