I’m having to do some things lately that are very important to my career, but they’re very, very boring. I have three of those projects that are staring me in the face and that I need to accomplish.
[callout template=”default”]Karen, get up! I’m not kidding. This is your last warning! You’re going to be late![/callout] I’ve heard a lot of talk about authors having administrative assistants, but honestly? It’s not in my budget. So, I have to put on my admin assistant hat and pretend to be my own assistant. Things like entering figures in a royalty spreadsheet, going through a series “Bible” to make sure that I have all of the consistency information in place, that sort of thing. They don’t engage my interest all that much.
Of course, if I didn’t have them, it would make my life a lot more difficult.
I’ve found that when I have something to do that I don’t want to do, I’ll do almost anything rather than do it. I’ll clean my desk. I’ll clean my steering wheel (my insurance agent sent me this newsletter and one of the sidebar boxes said that a steering wheel has more bacteria than a toilet seat, so of course I had to go out and clean the steering wheel). I’ll clean the office windows. Or mail out books. (Although that really needs to be done.)
I’ve taken to putting big notes on my computer monitor: things like must finish spreadsheet by (date). Or: can’t finish the book until the consistency information is in place. Post-its like that are kind of like my mother telling me to get up it was time to go to school. I hated to wake up in the morning. I wanted to rollover, pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. Most of the time I did exactly that.
I’ve finally given myself a time limit and a punishment (as if I were 5). No TV until the data input is done. No reading until the “Bible” is finished.