My daughter let me sleep in today, waking me up at 6:30 a.m. I’ve written before about her ongoing psychological experiment, and it looks like her efforts will continue this week.
She’s lucky she’s so cute.
It’s almost seven now. I’m on my first cup of coffee, going over my notes, and trying to figure out what I’ve accomplished since Wednesday. I don’t know if it’s the lack of caffeine or what, but it’s a struggle to remember much of anything. I know I blew off a whole day between Thursday and Friday, and Friday morning had me on the road for most of the morning.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I had a stroke last night. Am I this addicted to caffeine? Is it impossible for my neurons to fire at all without a few cups of coffee in my system? My God, I had to correct seven typos in that last sentence!
I’m getting another cup and grabbing a smoke before I write the rest of this update. Of course, then I’ll have to walk past the seven-year-old researcher in the living room. Is it better to tough it out in here, or do I risk confirming some sort of cruel success and encouraging her experimentation?
Alright, a fresh cup, my lungs blackened, and I’m ready to write about my goals.
According to the comments on my Wednesday check-in, following and commenting on other people’s blogs is the favored way to promote your own. I can see the logic in this, even though that sort of thing always strikes me as a little icky.
Let’s face it, I’m terrible at self-promotion; not because I don’t know what needs to be done, but because any time I do something which smacks of it, I feel dirty. If I don’t honestly have something to say about someone’s blog post, I just say nothing and move on. Given that, here’s my updated goal for this site:
- Post at least three times each week (still rocking this, by the way).
- Visit at least ten blogs each day.
I figure by reading this many blogs, there’s bound to be a few posts I’ll feel able to comment on.
When I look back at my goals, I see “write at least one freelance piece every day” glaring me in the face. With all the progress I’ve been making, I haven’t been hitting that number. It’s all been setup work until this point: reading, research, taking notes–so I gave myself a pass on hitting the metric I set.
I have to take that pass away, now. As fun and pressure-free as research and note-taking are, I need to start pushing things out the door. I know enough about what I need to do to pump out a 500 word piece every day, and I have enough venues taking my submissions to know every piece will go up somewhere.
And on that note, my coffee cup is empty again. My daughter has put her notebook away, her own research done for the moment. Tonight the two of us will be staying up late, possibly ordering a pizza, and having an awesome time. I know it’s all part of her plan though.
We’ll be up until midnight, then at five in the morning she’ll wake me up and the experiment will continue.