That’s what I want to know. Where does the time vanish to? I’ve been at work for a little over an hour already, and Outlook tells me it’s time to move on from my new writing project to do some real (paid) work. It doesn’t seem like my morning writing hour can be over so quickly. Yet there’s the clock telling me it’s 9:05am and Outlook saying that I’m five minutes overdue to start the next task in my daily agenda.
It seems that every day zips past like a rogue express train and leaves me standing on the platform. Take yesterday, for example. According to this nifty gadget in my Google Desktop Sidebar, I worked 3.0 hours for my part-time employer and worked on fiction for 3.0 hours, too. Add to that an hour and a half for the gym, half an hour for lunch, half an hour for showers and other bathroom trips, thirty minutes of Spanish lessons on CD-ROM, one hour blogging, and I still can’t explain why I felt so BUSY yesterday from 8:00am to 1:15am and fell asleep on the couch obsessing over how little I’d accomplished…
I’m hardly the first person to notice the acceleration of time with age, but lately it has seemed so damn acute. Feels like I work more hours on my work now than I ever could during my years on the road, yet I don’t feel as if I accomplish any more than before! That’s a debilitating feeling.
Well, I’ve gone and done it now. Another ten minutes down the tubes. Outlook is pissed; I’d best appease her before she chooses to punish me by purging all those hard-won Contacts…
Labels: Miscellany, Writing
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