I'm doing #WritingMonth (aka #NaNoWriMo (#FuckAI) aka #NovelNovember) atm and something that keeps coming back to me was the posthumous biography about #TerryPratchett written by his assistant Rob, who said something like "somehow, against all odds, the writing got done, despite the immense amount of 'mucking about' we did".
I am a divil for #procrastiwork, and I've actually been letting myself enjoy it. Just jumped into my cloud backup setup for my VPS and cleaned it up, removing all the caches and logs, deleting backups for services I'm not using anymore, backing up stuff I've recently spun up (like this #GoToSocial service). I had been putting that shit off for months, but put a deadline in front of me and suddenly it's the most important thing in the world. But then when it was done, I sat down and wrote for quite a while, until I took a break, and now here I am posting through it (but after my snack, I'll be getting back to it).
My day job is not often stressful, but it demands a lot of context-switching and reactivity. A lot of "eeeep, guess my entire day is calls" kinda days. It's nice to have time set aside for a commitment (writing this fucking book) and to indulge in a little bit of misspent motivation making other things better too.
#PTerry #Writing