I don’t know if this is explicitly ironic. I’m sure my English Lit friends will be glad to call me on it if it isn’t. My last post was about how to effectively use WordPress to space out posts and be able to effectively communicate and backlog entries to keep with some sort of posting rhythm.
You can see that did not work out the way I planned.
Now, I did have a week worth of posts backlogged just in case something were to pull me away. That week that I had discussed scheduled postings, work caught up with me. It happens. Changes are made and now everything is a critical build. Oh yes, fun indeed! But I wasn’t worried. I had a backlog! So I took advantage and worked through my usual posting breaks. You know, otherwise known as ‘work time.’
Then I got sick. Apparently that many critical weeks in a row caught up with me and the slightest lull made my body shut down. I had burnt through my backlog. Oh, I tried to write, but when you ca n barely operate a television remote*/**, blogging does seem like an unachievable feat.
I wasn’t however completely unproductive. Sure, I couldn’t work and barely watched TV, but I could chat to anyone who could follow my spaghetti string stream of consciousness. I pitched my idea to a couple more people, knowing full well that it was a form they could follow and it would start at a time where they would all be freer in schedule. November was coming up, you see, and Fic Season was starting. Yes, if you have online gamers, they area almost always participating in some kind of Christmas Fic Swap or National Novel Writing Month. Since I promised someone I’d try NaNoWriMo again this year, I knew even my schedule would be tight.
That is how you make sense of sick time. You reschedule, rework, and pitch. That is if your game isn’t started yet. If it is, be a player, not a game master. It is easier to interact and put a sequence into a lull than it is trying to manage complex plots and action sequences loaded on DayQuil. Then, when you’re back to par, you write a dozen posts so it never happens again! ***
* A television remote, not a VCR remote. Those things are the Devil.
** Did I just say VCR remote? Do you remember when Remote meant ‘connected to Device by 6 foot wire’? That’s why my hair’s gray, by the way.
*** It will totally happen again.