Category: Daily

While there are excuses, none will be given.  I fucked up.

I learned this weekend that in order to become a master of nearly anything I need to invest 10000 hours toward that goal.  Rough 4 hours a day for 10 years–weekends excepted.

Retrospectively this means I might be an expert of something I began to do in 1997.  Since I haven’t continued to do anything I have begun to do that leaves me short an mastery.  This means I will be unable to be a master of anything until 2017 and that I have to find four hours in the day.  Fuck a duck!

Yes, a duck.

Let’s call the time between 8 in the evening and 11 two hours.  No I have to find two more.  I guess there is lunch and before work.

And then I have to pick something.  Shit this gets harder and harder.

Though I should revel in the whole nearly anything stipulation and take that to mean the seriously, I can do anything.  Not just the things I have traditionally thought I wanted to do.  Buy a guitar and start picking.  Steal a brush and start brushing.  Put on a leotard and start dancing.

Somewhere in here is an article.

I was thinking that I would write up a little deal in response to the Actuate question I got this morning.  But it has to be reviewed before being posted and I can no longer access it to copy and paste here.  SO I did write, just not here.  Very much.

Initially I’d hoped to capture the feel of emotions last evening when I told a guy talking loudly on a cell phone to step away from the group because we were trying to hear the speaker.  I’ll try that later today.

Working on eradicating the hobgoblin of time.  The first step is admitting it–a hundred times and doing nothing about it ever.

What’s the second step?

I guess that would be doing something about it.  And then writing a book on how to find free time when you have kids.  Which I suspect the main strategy would be to simply aggregate all your down time into one block.  Quite fluffing shit.  Quit watching crap TV at bedtime.  Quit not getting off the couch.  Think of things that suck my time and don’t produce as the enemy of writing.

Good thing that the enemy need not be vanquished.  Merely avoided.

Become a producer and not a consumer.

Be an expert at something.