It has been 2 weeks since I last posted. The title of this says it all. Wearing my theatre director/production manager hats I am in hyperfocus mode, with all the tunnel vision of getting this done - and done well. At the end of the days' work (about 10.30 at night) I emerge from the well, poking my head up into the world outside and immediately I am scattered. All the 'not dones' from outside of this well, scatter themselves over me like a ream of paper pulled apart and tossed into the room. Notes about medical bills, check registers to update, a half-worked script languishing under the weight of the current script, friends to respond to, poetry to write, a horse to exercise, birthday cards to send - and so it goes.
Scattered Thoughts On Hyperfocused Work
Scattered Thoughts On Hyperfocused Work
Scattered Thoughts On Hyperfocused Work
It has been 2 weeks since I last posted. The title of this says it all. Wearing my theatre director/production manager hats I am in hyperfocus mode, with all the tunnel vision of getting this done - and done well. At the end of the days' work (about 10.30 at night) I emerge from the well, poking my head up into the world outside and immediately I am scattered. All the 'not dones' from outside of this well, scatter themselves over me like a ream of paper pulled apart and tossed into the room. Notes about medical bills, check registers to update, a half-worked script languishing under the weight of the current script, friends to respond to, poetry to write, a horse to exercise, birthday cards to send - and so it goes.