Sooo…I reread my post from Monday.
I reread it, and decided I should probably expand/explain…or at least give a glimpse into how I create (screw up) posts.
Now, I’ve talked before — many times — about the fact that, when an idea comes to you, you don’t try to “save” it, you don’t try to remember it, you don’t assume you can build on it “later,” you write it…you write it right then. Right-freaking-then.
I don’t care how good you are, I don’t care how hard you try, you will not remember that idea you thought (hoped?) could be “saved.” Monday’s post is a good example of that; over the weekend, I came up with a couple of different ideas for the coming week. Those ideas were related, yes, but they very much needed to be separate posts.
Well…I screwed up. I didn’t follow my own advice. I didn’t write them. Nope, not me! I’m good enough, I can ignore my own advice! Of course I tried to “save” them.
So when, on Monday morning, I finally sat down to turn out a piece for that day, those two ideas weren’t there anymore. Nope. Instead, those two separate, individual ideas had got together, drank a bottle of tequila, and spawned the muddled mess that became Monday’s post.
I wish I could say that failing was a one-off — or that it was rare, at least — but I can’t. Of all the common-sense and effective “rules” I try to follow in my little corner of the writing-universe, “you write it, right then” is the one I screw up the most. It is also the screw-up I pay-for the most — pay in regret, and in lost opportunities.
But that’s how you learn, people will tell you. You learn from your mistakes.
Shit, I’ve said that often enough to others…said it so often, I don’t really hear the words anymore. All too often, those mistakes that are supposed to teach…they don’t. They do nothing but accuse. They are that relative that looks at you, even after years apart, and says before even a hello, “Let yourself go a bit, have you?”
I wanted to write a piece, over the weekend, about work and life, about how the “workday” is becoming a thing of the past, a thing surrendered to the gods of “productivity” and “commitment.” Even as I thought about that, however, another post came to me, this one about our personal enslavement to our screens. Everyday, seemingly, new stories and studies come out illustrating just how damaging is our addiction to our screens. Crap, even the freaking Pope is talking about social media and screen-time…
Two pieces, each with something to say. Two pieces that I (pretty unsuccessfully) shoehorned into one.
Some days the bear really does get you…