A Timeout to Dwell
I had an embarrassing epiphany today. I need to take a few minutes to let my thoughts congeal before I start a post. Even if I’ve got extensive notes. Just a few minutes to think about it.
It’s a problem because it’s exactly what I don’t want. Sure, it’s nice to be able to take a few minutes to think—I need to try it out on a day where I’m doing other things and not just thinking about the best way to think about blogging—but the goal is being able to sit down and barf out the post.
I’m not happy about the epiphany because it’s basically what the notes are supposed to help with. Read the notes, recall, write.
And maybe it’s what I do when I’m not being deliberate about it, but I don’t think so. I think I sit around and dread without the notes. I certainly don’t take a timeout to dwell. I had decided to take the afternoon–Amityville Horror broke me—to think about projects and whatnot but I didn’t expect it to be something so obvious. I was hoping to do some heavier mental lifting. Or at least get through the stack of papers to be scanned, maybe even sort some electronics. But to decide I really need to think for a bit before blogging instead of hoping I’ll have instant recall from bad notes.
The entire reason for blogging about it as to make sure I don’t blow it off tomorrow.