Writing and stuff

So I’ve decided I will devote ten minutes a day to nothing but writing. I have been reading alot lately about writing, as a craft and a hobby. They all say the same stupid things. “Don’t let yourself get distracted,” “Never stop writing.” “Live passionately”

While I agree with most of these sentiments it is far harder to do them than to type them. So here is my attempt.

In the vein of writing I have never really done much. I have done a great job ignoring my blog. I have started four plays in the last 6 months and I occasionally open up the files to see if anything else has kick-started in my head (which is usually useless). I enjoy writing. It just seems as though I am always able to find something else to take it’s place.

The ironic thing is that reading all of this advice about writing is inspiring and gives a certain sense of fulfillment. But it is false. I have also been reading about productivity. Has this made me any more productive? No. But I have certainly learned many different techniques that will supposedly make me more productive. I have even put a couple into practice. But changing habits is hard.

My desk is still cluttered with text books, papers, play scripts, props, video cameras, video camera chargers. I want a clean desk with nothing on it. I wish I could use my personal computer on the districts website(not that it would make me any more productive).

I want to lead a minimalist life. I want my life to be uncluttered by things. This is hard for me because I also want things! Earlier this week my car was broken into (not technically because they didn’t break anything, I just left my car unlocked in front of my house), they took a couple of watches out of my car and my gum. The watches were my grandfathers. One was a ten year service watch from Roadway and the other was a Bulova pocket watch. I’m not sure how much they were worth (and to be honest I don’t really care). I did have the intention to get them restored and maybe wear them. But now that they are gone I feel the slight pang that they are gone. Maybe it was the best thing for me. I have too much stuff. Mostly excessively sentimental stuff.