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[degringolade]

 

I am going to try and get myself back into some semblance of a routine for writing.  I don’t know the reason why, now that I have time on my hands, I write less than during the times that I was pulled every which way and had to work at carving out periods to sit down and write.

But, as I realize now that my actions have never really made that much sense, I think that I will go out on a limb and try to change that lifelong trend now that I have the time.

When I was a working stiff, I suppose that I was forced into an actual schedule where I had to carve out specific times of the day to write.  The hurly-burly and the mind-numbing sameness of every day made the times that I was able to carve out precious.  But now that I have nearly unlimited time and no enforced schedule, I find myself getting lackadaisical about the things that I want to get done.  The ability and the luxury of putting things off has corrupted me. 

Now, don’t get the idea this this little accompt is going to outline my plans for eluding the laxness and ennui that I have gleefully allowed into my life, nope far from it.  I am going to spend this week before the New Years to kinda figure out how I want to parcel out the minutes of my life.

If I were a young man in a hurry to make my mark, I suppose that I would do things differently.  But I’m not and I’m gonna ponder it.  I suppose that is the attitude that let me arrive at this impasse, but it is how things are going to be.

I figure that I will have an outline done by then.