Weekly Rundown

Another week without work. Another week of soul-searching. Another week of pandemic fears and of normalcy obliterated.

I’ve worked consistently in at least one job (usually two or three) since I was twenty years old. Not having to report to work has been playing mischief with my… well, my everything.

I wish I could say that I’ve stuck to the routine I established for myself while staying up in Alaska. I did not. Between traveling and avoiding people, I feel like a clandestine operative sneaking back into my own country.

Likewise, fishermen are looking at returning to Alaska, but there are concerns over whether the smaller fishing villages will be able to handle an outbreak. That means the state’s top three revenue streams (oil, tourism, and fishing) will have all suffered this year.

Back here in the lower 48, one thing I’ve noticed is my sleep schedule is currently all akimbo. I’m anxious to make it somewhere consistently and attempt to hack my sleep. That’s been my focus for much of this week.

To remove distractions while writing, I’ve been utilizing the app White Noise. Between that and my noise-canceling headphones I can usually omit any superfluous noise around me.

And, Andrew Lloyd Webber has been showing one filmed show a week, which I’ve caught a couple of. Not to mention National Theatre’s productions on YouTube. Lots of theatre to take your attention, if only for a couple of hours.

Recent Items 3

On investing your time wisely.

On starting (and keeping) a journal. I bought my first Moleskine circa 2006. While my writing was haphazard at best to start, I eventually found a rythym. In 2015, when I first began The Artist’s Way, I wrote my morning pages with a religious zeal. Admittedly, I fell off the wagon time and again, having to start anew and began collecting continuous days of writing behind from scratch. I’ve now been journaling the better part of six months daily, and have every intention of continuing.

When the smartphone starts taking over your life, here are some ways to curb its useage.

And finally, when burnout sets in, it’s time to recover.

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Why time is so distorted in our minds right now. (In all fairness, my sense of time is usually distorted, but I guess even more so now.)

With the time you have, art Critic Jerry Saltz writes on how to stay creative during isolation. It’s been a challenge for me, but not only me, and as Jason Diamond writes, “…there is still something to be taken from this: we are all lacking for sources of inspiration these days.”

Changing your routine is likely necessary right now, and here are some tips from Life Hacker.

When it’s difficult to fall asleep, try these techniques from Art of Manliness. Again, a constant problem for me which I’m trying to tackle even now.

And for when getting outside seems impossible, virtual hikes that you can enjoy from anywhere.

 

Meditation on failure

It doesn’t matter that we fail from time to time. In fact, we should know failure. That failure creates an opportunity to learn like no other.

If all we had known was success then we aren’t pushing ourselves. We’re doing a disservice to the world that can influence, and a disservice to our own well-being.

Certainly, I have failed. Made decisions that ran counter to my own best interests. I’ve lied, cheated, and stole. I’ve broken laws and misused trusts that were placed in me. For the pain and suffering I’ve caused I am deeply sorry. I hope that in my failure I’ve learned enough to make amends.

And still, it is my desire to do better, to be better. There aren’t many opportunities in life that don’t require the rocking of the boat from time to time. Safe sailing yields no new treasures.

So fail, then. Live openly, live truthfully, and live bravely. You’ll get knocked on your ass from time to time. But all you can do is get up, dust yourself off, and try again.

Weekly Rundown

Some thoughts about the week:

Traveling now is crazy. Surrealism at its worst. A mixture of mask-wearing and social distancing; half-empty airports and planes. I don’t know if the extra room is nice or discomforting.

Parts of the country are reopening. It’s another mixture of weighing safety and practicality. Are we ready to resume eating out? Or is it still a bit too nerve-racking? With limited seating, maybe it too feels entirely surreal.

Essential work is something of a double-edged sword. While I miss working, I’m thankful for the security of having seclusion. Those who are out still and doing jobs that need doing – you can’t help but hope for their safety.

Models for assessing the scope and fatality rate of Covid-19 are constantly evolving, and the only thing certain is that no one seems to know anything. It’s a lot of conjecture as the science catches up with reality, but it is a public health threat and we should be careful.

The post-pandemic world is one that is highly anticipated, even if we’ve no clue what it’s actually going to look like. For now, I guess, we stay safe and try to remain creative and hopeful.

Essential workers

The country is in the process of reopening, but some people have been working nonstop during this crisis. When we are so focused on our own internal strife, it’s seems possible we may neglect thinking of those who are working and have been

So thank you to them who have kept us going all along.

Recent items of interest

In lieu of the weekly rundown, which I’m still toying with how to make it more interesting, here are some things of note I came across over the past few weeks:

To an audience of one

I have many issues with writing. I’ll admit that openly. It’s not something that I really thought of doing, writing for any purpose, but having done it almost consistently in morning pages for over four years and daily for this for the better part of the past twelve months, I’ve learned some things about myself.

One, it’s important to just do it. I can create any excuse to not, but as long as I sit down and actually write, then I’m writing. It’s really that simple.

I love research and learning, and the act of discovery. Partially why I love to travel. But when I get an idea, if I’m not careful, I can research it to death. To the point where I don’t even want to write about the idea. And if I just sit down and get some of this stuff on the page, then it’s out of me.

Two, writing to an audience is a challenge. Once I start writing to someone (or someones) that I don’t know, I start to self-censor. And that, I’ve found, to be incredibly limiting. Not that I want to throw around a lot of swear words in whatever I’m writing, but that bit of mental blockade starts to creep up – the one where you worry about what people think about you.

Steven Pressfield calls this the Resistance. On Resistance, Pressfield writes in Do the Work: “…any act that rejects immediate gratification in favor of long-term growth, health, or integrity.

Or, expressed another way, any act that derives from our higher nature instead of our lower. Any of these acts will elicit Resistance.”

Now I don’t know whether my form of writing could in any way be called ‘an act derived from my higher nature.’ But I do know that I have things to say, and I seem to do okay writing them out.

In writing to a mass audience I seem to lose my presence of mind in the face of resistance.

So, three, it’s better to write as if you are writing to someone specific. When Tim Ferriss wrote The Four-Hour Workweek, he wrote it “with two of [his] closest friends in mind, speaking directly to them and their problems…”

You can find a lot of inspiration for how you write from your friends who are in the same boat. Creatives who are stuck in survival jobs, or can’t seem to get past the block they’re feeling, or just can’t create for any number of reasons. I write these posts mostly to them, and also myself, trying to tell me things I’d like to hear.

Four, Ira Glass said something that resonated with me:

“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this.”

And it’s true. You emulate the writers you like, and the work you do isn’t only derivative – it tends to be not good. And that can be crushing. The resistance takes ahold of that, and it reinforces your belief that this is all you’ll ever create: bad work.

But it isn’t true. It takes time to become better. It takes commitment. Just by the act of doing it, creating bad work, making mistakes; you get to improve then. Which leads me to;

Five. If you’re not shipping, as Seth Godin calls it, it doesn’t matter. You have to ship the work. Get it out there. Ignore the resistance as it attempts to dissuade you.

That’s a lot of what makes up my writing practice now. Come next year I’ll likely know more. And that, my friend, I’m okay with.

 

Weekends

Usually, weekends are a great time to relax. To shrug off the work week, get some things done around the house, and take it easy.

The new world doesn’t seem to take that into account. We haven’t yet sorted out the unique ways that our emotional and mental stability needs restructuring during these stressful times.

I wish that it wasn’t the case. I’d love for nothing more than this pandemic to never have happened, or at least be far behind us. But, it isn’t. Not yet.

I don’t really want to write about it. But I, like most everyone, has the virus implanted securely in their mind. It’s an incessant thought and even in those moments where you are enjoying time with loved ones, it’s burrowing its way forward trying to remind you that the world is different.

Lacking some great advice that will surely make the strain less, it’s difficult to write about much of anything. There are few words to make this moment any better. It’s a generation-defining moment. It’s an inordinate challenge that few of us, if any, were equipped to handle. We’re all trying our best and doing what we can.

So this weekend, I hope everyone is being safe and considerate as best they can. That they know with certainty that this too will pass. And that, hopefully tomorrow, I’ll have something a little to write about that isn’t focused on how I’m spending quarantine or isn’t about a pandemic.