Monday, September 14, 2009

Finished work for Sunday. Ugh.

So Talking Points Memo invite me to do their Book Cafe online discussion on COLUMBINE all week. It starts in the morning, and I wanted to start it off with a strong intro post. So I put ideas together last week, and had the gist of it by Friday, but lots of bullet points and partial thoughts, and had to pull it all together Saturday.

Then I spent most of Saturday creating this new blog. Doh! (It might not show in the posts, but I designed the template, and one huge technical problem due to me creating a blog on blogger years ago with an email account I no longer have.)

Saturday evening, I realized that meant I'd have to do it on Sunday, the one day I give myself off. Yuck.

So I put it off all day, because I just did not want to work. I finally ate dinner, watched True Blood--the lame finale to a lame second season of the best show of 2008--and then went at it.

I'm done now. What a relief. And I'm happy with what I came up with, but why do I torture myself?


I love my work, but I do not love doing it on Sundays. Not the thinking part, anyway. I actually spend half of most Sundays working, but mostly the mindless stuff where I only have to concentrate a little: on one discrete thing at a time. When I have to engage my whole brain, and be creative. That hurts. Sundays are supposed to be free.
at 12:24 AM

2 comments:

  1. Dave, Wow! Thanks so much for coming by my blog and posting a comment. I love the book and have described it to a few colleagues who were captivated by everything that I was explaining to them about the story. I think a few of them are going to read it now (though they may get smart and read it in June instead of stupid me who read it before the school year started :p).
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  2. Just got to read this tonight...

    What amazes me is that you seem to do this without going back in the dumper every time.

    Reliving, revisiting the traumatic events which, though I know you weren't there, I think you are as inside that story as anyone who wasn't actually in that cafeteria, library or that part of the school. And, geez, it is rough stuff. So I want to say again, thank you for living with this shit so that the world can have a shot at learning from it.

    No more work on Sundays!
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