So, one good thing about getting a horrible cold is that you get to cancel all your plans and stay home, and write. That, and peppermint foot balm rubbed all over your feet and then wrapped in socks all warmy warmy… slept like a log, I did.
I’ve been thinking today about how I work better under pressure, and the saying that goes: If you want something done, ask a busy person to help you. The more I have to do, the more productive I am. This is not to say I get more done because there is more to do. But rather when I have a lot to do, I am able to stay on it and can do more of it. The opposite is also totally true because when I have nothing going on I tend to get really lazy.
Not so with deadlines. If I have a deadline (self-imposed or otherwise) I will usually don my Master Procrastinator hat. For the most part, I can meet a deadline. But the mere fact that one exists causes me all kinds of angst. I don’t find them to be counterproductive necessarily, but they don’t inspire me. I have a deadline for this Friday to get work submitted and it is indeed going to be met. But I have to tell myself that it is my doing, me and assglue are going to get this done. Not some stinking deadline. It is not the deadline controlling me. It will NOT dictate to me! Control issues, much?
Yesterday, I deleted my Klout account. I remember being surprised to learn that I actually HAD a Klout profile, since I never actually opted-in to it. For a while I would add it to my list of sites to check daily, give +K to friends, and try to get my number up. But I couldn’t figure out why. WHY? I still don’t know. For me, the end came when it decided I was an expert on karate, and sea. Seriously? I think not. So, goodbye silly and strange tool to measure my effectiveness and influence in the social circles where I travel. I give myself a +K in separation.
Have any of you seen Breaking Dawn? It’s ok to admit it. I won’t tell anyone. Like so many others out there, I loved these books. Not for their beautiful prose or even for the amazing role model in the strong female lead character… The whole thing is ridiculous and yet the author has done something here. I totally wish I was 18 again, and my name was Bella Swan! #truestory.
Anyway, my sister and I finally went to see this the other night and all I could think about during the entire movie was: Who the hell chose all this terrible music? In the tender scenes we had cheesy drippy piano, and in the honeymoon I’m-just-a-nervous-virgin-scene we have the teenybopper getting pumped music, and then we’re back to cue cheese. Let’s not even talk about the sex-scene-that-never-was or the fact that every single scene was made to be twice as long as it needed to be in order to break this into two movies. It was distracted by these things while viewing. I was so disappointed.
As someone who really responds to music in general, and music in films in particular, this is one soundtrack that should not be released. Holy smokes… the first movie had Muse and Iron and Wine and Paramour and Collective Soul! And this one has… nothing worth remembering unless you want some cheese with your iTunes. Blech.
With that, I am off to work on my revision. Friday will be here in no time!
What say you?