Happy New Year!
I’ve fallen behind on writing, as measured by my Beeminder writing time tracker. See that nasty flat spot? The one that starts with the jog down in the “path” on December 29? Yes, I “derailed”—I fell so far behind my intended performance that Beeminder charged me. Foo.
Default behaviour for Beeminder is to lower the bar slightly, and then give me seven days of “flat spot”—days on which I need not meet my performance goal. The intention of this is to build up a “buffer” of a few days of performance.
I’ve taken shameless advantage of this by getting some unpleasant non-writing tasks done that I’ve been putting off. Tasks like selling my old Mac Mini and various other small electronics, following up on an auto insurance claim, and taking a massive pile of unused stuff to charity. I’ve cleared my Habitica to-do list of a bunch of nasties that had been hanging on for months—things that really weren’t that hard (selling the Mac Mini, auto claim) but which were . . . emotionally draining (translation: scary). I dread bureaucracy (hence the auto claim delay) and I dithered for months about the Mac, which had a bad internal optical drive. (Sell it as-is, or provide a cheap external DVD drive? I finally decided to provide the cheap external.)
I also made the mistake of agreeing to beta read a friend’s novel draft. This resulted in days of agony while I tried to decide—take the risk of souring the relationship and tell him the truth as I see it? Or just do the “Looks great!” useless email? I finally got up courage and told him my real opinions. If he never speaks to me again—it’s better than having copped out. But I won’t do it again, for anyone outside my writing group. I don’t trust my level of tact (I’m reasonably certain I have none.) At least in the writing group, I can see the face falling and the chin quivering, and adjust my tone if I need to . . . or fall on my sword apologising.
So all those scary things are behind me, and progress on my draft is ahead (I hope.)