I’m not Catholic and I’m not abstaining from anything for Lent, but I’ve managed to quit: Twitterific (with >60 contacts on Twitter, Twitterific really means something pops up every few seconds), IM (more or less, except to a sprinkling of real world friends), and RSS.
It’s temporary, of course.
Productivity is up 291827%.
I have 24 days to go before the end of term.
I am working on a number of exciting things, mostly writing and travel related.
I am working on US grad school applications, which make me want to tear out my hair.
In 24 days I head off to lie down on my beloved beach in southern Thailand, then to a northern hill to “work” on a story, but until then: it’s write, write, write. (After that it will be write, write, write too — but if school work were to pay me my present asking rate for every word, I might be richer by five or more figures.)
Blogging is the one thing I won’t try to quit again, but I might come pretty damn close.
_What do you want to do after you graduate?_ is the question that all university students at the end of their academic lives are asked — I’m beginning to think the answer to that question is, why, what I’ve always been doing: write, write, write, and write some more. Can the end of the penultimate school term come earlier?
possibly related
Sabbatical /
Naughty Student Bloggers /
Almost Home /
Classiest Way To Quit Your Job /
So, what do you want to be when you grow up? /
Things I’ve Quit
I’m not Catholic and I’m not abstaining from anything for Lent, but I’ve managed to quit: Twitterific (with >60 contacts on Twitter, Twitterific really means something pops up every few seconds), IM (more or less, except to a sprinkling of real world friends), and RSS.
It’s temporary, of course.
Productivity is up 291827%.
I have 24 days to go before the end of term.
I am working on a number of exciting things, mostly writing and travel related.
I am working on US grad school applications, which make me want to tear out my hair.
In 24 days I head off to lie down on my beloved beach in southern Thailand, then to a northern hill to “work” on a story, but until then: it’s write, write, write. (After that it will be write, write, write too — but if school work were to pay me my present asking rate for every word, I might be richer by five or more figures.)
Blogging is the one thing I won’t try to quit again, but I might come pretty damn close.
_What do you want to do after you graduate?_ is the question that all university students at the end of their academic lives are asked — I’m beginning to think the answer to that question is, why, what I’ve always been doing: write, write, write, and write some more. Can the end of the penultimate school term come earlier?
possibly related
Sabbatical / Naughty Student Bloggers / Almost Home / Classiest Way To Quit Your Job / So, what do you want to be when you grow up? /