I read a flippant comment somewhere about RoUTine. I like being in a rut. Nothing in my life goes as well as when I’m on deadline. I know what I need to do every day, and I do it. If there’s not a deadline looming, I am the Queen — nay, Goddess of Procrastination. My productive days go like this: I get up, have breakfast at my computer (oatmeal and coffee), play MahJong, check email (occasionally), read what I wrote the day before, then write new pages.
Any day I break that routine, I don’t stand much chance of accomplishing anything. Unfortunately, following the routine doesn’t mean I’ll accomplish anything, either. I may get lost in an endless loop of MahJong. The husband might lure me away with the promise of a meal out. I might go to the house for a cup of ice and wind up watching two hours of Cops and the George Lopez Show. I might need a nap. (Aw, heck, I always need a nap.)
But at least with the routine, I’ve got a chance at getting something done. That’s all a person can ask, isn’t it?