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desperanceI have written five words, and I may be done for the day. I may be done for this lifetime, but that's another issue. Right now, immediately, it's all about environment. Which - well, I do keep trying here, but it keeps not being right.
I'm in the library, in the Quiet Zone; and between the woman whose page-forward on her reading device makes an almost but not quite regular clicking, and the young man who mutters and laughs and occasionally cries out as he reads his phone, I am entirely atwitch and utterly unable to focus on anything except them.
Oh, and now he's singing.
Maybe I'll try the coffeeshop (which I continue as ever to type "coffeeship" first time of asking; which reminds me, I want a coffeeship). But I haven't been well all weekend, and although I did drink coffee this morning - first time in forty-eight hours, for lo, I was that sick yesterday; I drank white tea and forwent a dim sum brunch with friends, that sick - I'm not wholly certain that I'm ready for full-immersion protocols.
I am absolutely certain that I need some otherwhere to work.
OHG, he's tired. He's just announced it to the entire library. I'm sure we're all grateful to learn that.
Maybe I just need to rediscover the fine art of actually getting work done at home, the way I used to. But the Lit & Phil may have spoiled me for that. Indeed, the Lit & Phil may have spoiled me for everything. But I'm willing to try everything, before we finally settle for that.
I'm in the library, in the Quiet Zone; and between the woman whose page-forward on her reading device makes an almost but not quite regular clicking, and the young man who mutters and laughs and occasionally cries out as he reads his phone, I am entirely atwitch and utterly unable to focus on anything except them.
Oh, and now he's singing.
Maybe I'll try the coffeeshop (which I continue as ever to type "coffeeship" first time of asking; which reminds me, I want a coffeeship). But I haven't been well all weekend, and although I did drink coffee this morning - first time in forty-eight hours, for lo, I was that sick yesterday; I drank white tea and forwent a dim sum brunch with friends, that sick - I'm not wholly certain that I'm ready for full-immersion protocols.
I am absolutely certain that I need some otherwhere to work.
OHG, he's tired. He's just announced it to the entire library. I'm sure we're all grateful to learn that.
Maybe I just need to rediscover the fine art of actually getting work done at home, the way I used to. But the Lit & Phil may have spoiled me for that. Indeed, the Lit & Phil may have spoiled me for everything. But I'm willing to try everything, before we finally settle for that.