July 5, 2021
All creative work brings an equivalent amount of annoying, non-creative work. Today was one of those days that quickly got hi-jacked by data entry. It involved a lot of file transferring, backing up, and uploading. Most of the day felt like I needed to hurry up and wait.
This seemed like a good opportunity to do some reading. You can’t be a good writer (or a songwriter), if you don’t read. I decided that in between the tedious clicks of the enter key, I would sink into the hammock with a book.
In case you are unaware, there is an unpublished law of physics regarding hammocks. It is impossible to relax alone in a hammock, if there is a child within shouting distance. I was quiet. I was borderline sneaky. They showed up every time.
I didn’t do any reading. We fought sharks. We were on a pirate ship. We played the lava game. We watched a bird and a helicopter. We won the hammock Grand Prix. I didn’t do any reading but this was better.