The thing about daily routines is that, in the end, they slip and slide. I was reading over my most recent Daily Routine notation from earlier this year (that I somehow managed to misname as Jan 2022) and, boy, it’s the end of May and I don’t do all of that any more. Winter went on forever, there was family health stress, a few deadline-intensive jobs, getting DEPARTMENT OF MIDNIGHT up and running, various other things and, frankly, a large dose of fuckit.
This leads me back to the start of the loop, where you begin thinking about “productivity” and what you need to change or begin doing. And the thing about thinking about “productivity” is that you can easily find yourself in a space where thinking about “productivity” becomes the only activity you’re performing, and the things you’re trying to design to make work easier or better become the entirety of the work.
So I went outside and planted strawberries in the raised bed instead.
I have a magpie mind. Maintaining a concrete routine can work for months and even years, but in the end I’ll feel caged and look for a side door to slip out of, loosen the days up, turn a nine-part plan into a beginning and a finish and just wing it from A to B in whatever route suits me. I say to people: I always have a plan, but I always wing it in the middle and adjust to the air currents as I go.
Unfortunately, this can lead to me saying to myself, I can pick up that fucking notebook again or I could watch THE GROUNDSTAR CONSPIRACY with George Peppard and Michael Sarrazin, and what happened to Michael Sarrazin anyway, he was in fucking everything when I was a kid and often seemed to be either hallucinating or naked or both, and the music in this film feels really weird for the kind of film it is, and maybe I should isolate some of that music for sound design or maybe a basis for incidental music or an ident because Seventies electronic sound really is its own thing –
And then I pick up the notebook. Just not when I was supposed to.
Anyway, I need to change my routine back up, because I’ve gotten lazy.