I did six lines of transcription instead of three today so I could finish. Now it seems funny that I was so overwhelmed by the discovery that there were 78 lines of the IPM to get through. Of course, that was in February; lots of silly things seem overwhelming in February. But now it’s April, with sunny days that are long enough!
I don’t so much have SAD as SBD: seasonal bi-polar disorder. I’m depressed in winter and manic in summer. I suppose I should not misuse these terms; by “manic” I mean something like “low-normal levels of energy and good cheer.” But the difference in mood and energy certainly is noticeable, and since it seems to take months to adapt to the seasonal depression and figure out the work-arounds for it, I just about get there when spring flips the switch and I start zooming around. Comparatively. I really must figure out a way to work with these seasonal ups and downs, since they are predictable, and stop fighting them. Resolved: do not take on any project with a winter deadline. Winter is for tiny daily chunks of something non-threatening.
Now I want very much to work on “real writing”: the Companion-Piece revisions, the MMP-1 (my real-life writing group reader thinks I’m nearly there with MMP-1, which is to say there will have to be a lot of filling-in of notes and so on but the structure is working), but I really need to tackle a batch of teaching and service tasks, not to mention the taxes, which I truly cannot put off much longer, and if I’m doing that then I should do some filing and shredding and so on while I’m at it. Huge sigh. I wish I could delegate all such things to a PA.
Maybe I will allow myself half an hour of “real writing” and then start the teaching, service, and life-admin. Maybe I will then issue myself a three-day challenge to get all that stuff done.
The hope would be that on Monday I could start a new work challenge.