Solonor's Inkwell

Yes, yes, I know all the “it’s just like an REM song” arguments, but I’m still hooked on it. But if I don’t play an E-minor chord every morning, my day is ruined. So, there’s that.

This should be the last of these posts where I’m trying to get myself back in the habit of doing stuff. (Huzzah.) I’m sorry to be laying this on so thick, but it’s working for me to write down in public that I’ve got a new plan. (Plus, you don’t have to read it anyway, so nyah!)

I’m getting ready to head back to work after a week of self-motivation and mini-accomplishment. It may not seem like much, but after literally years of doing nothing of consequence outside of my paying job, getting more than one blog post in a week is massive. The fact that I cleared off the junk pile that used to be my studio, changed strings on both the Martin and the Les Paul, and spent an evening playing guitar and harmonica (in the living room! gasp!), bodes well for actually making some recordings.

On the geek front, I got my PC put together in a way that will keep me on track to get household chores and other non-video game things done…including a Windows 7 upgrade and putting Firefox 4 and its new “app tabs” feature together. I switched from KeePass to LastPass for my password management (no small feat, actually). And I got Remember the Milk hooked up to manage my to-do lists.

Plus, there’s a raft of little things (new gas tank for the grill, clearing branches, changing light bulbs, new toilet seats, light switch covers, etc., etc.). And I didn’t even have to give up watching TV or finishing Mass Effect 2 to do it!

I started exercising again, too.

Now we’ll see how much of this sticks now that I have to be someplace other than my own house five days a week…

For some reason, I had this huge burst of energy on Tuesday. I got tons done. But somehow today has been one of those salmon swimming upstream days. It’s after 2pm, and I haven’t showered. I haven’t dressed. And it’s not for lack of effort. I’m not just twiddling my thumbs like usual. I just can’t get any damned thing to finish before I have to start the next one.

I guess I have to look at it positively. I’ve still got plenty of day left. No panicking.

My problem is that I tend to start thinking that since I’ll not get something done, it’s not worth starting. So, I don’t start, and I sit and fret about all the junk that I haven’t gotten done. Part of the reason I’m writing this boring crap is to motivate myself over the hump of not-startingness. So…see ya…I’m off to make what’s left of the day productive.

Lex I: Corpus omne perseverare in statu suo quiescendi vel movendi uniformiter in directum, nisi quatenus a viribus impressis cogitur statum illum mutare.

Roughly translated: “A fat ass sitting on a couch won’t get up and move itself.”

The excuses I have for not having posted in the blog, or written any songs, or recorded any music, or cleared the back jungle, or shredded this pile of old bills, or upgraded my PC to Windows 7, or a hundred other things gnawing at the back of my cranium like a rabid rabbit are legion:

“Facebook is easier.”
“No one likes what I write.”
“It’s too hot.”
“It’s too cold.”
“It will take too long.”
“I’m tired from work.”

In the immortal words of Ask Ashley, “blah-dee, blah-dee, blah-dee, BLAH!”

Today it stops. I’m not saying that I’m going to eliminate laziness from my life like turning on a light switch, but the only way to get moving is to get moving. This here post is a tiny step. I stared at the screen for quite a while with the same old excuses running through my head (the biggest being, “what do I write about?”). But even if it’s junk like this, I need to start making the blog a habit again. I need to spend at least a few minutes each day with the guitar. I need to do what needs to be done. Otherwise, I’ll look up and suddenly I’ll be some lazy 50 year old instead of the vibrant 48 that I want to be.