Time Management

Good writing is never wanting for metaphor.

Good writing is never wanting for metaphor.

Time management: it’s been awhile since I’ve thought much about it. Back in the days when I did think about it, the problem was simply not having enough hours in the day: there were simply too many things to do and prioritization was essential. Some things just weren’t going to get done. Period.

Now, the days have enough time in them–though there are still too many things to ever get done, and there are still many things that never do get done. The truth is that many things just don’t need to get done.

But there is another time management sort of problem. It’s of the type that Harold Klawans wrote about in his story, Chekhov’s Lie: one simply cannot do justice to both one’s wife and one’s mistress. In other words, the mind has room for only one obsession at a time. An obsession, by definition, is all-consuming.

Of course, in order to bring anything to fruition from nothing more than thought–which is what creation is–obsession is required. If one takes off in a new direction (finds a mistress), it isn’t that one intends to leave or neglect one’s wife (one’s previous interest), it’s that something important has come up and has, at least for a time, captured one’s attention.

How then does one support both one’s wife and one’s mistress, metaphorically speaking? The answer to that question, if there is one, gets back to the notion of time management. Or, more correctly, it gets to the notion of obsession management. If anyone has written on how to manage multiple obsessions, I’ve not run across it. But that’s the problem. And it’s a problem that has kept me from writing much.

If, however, you’d like to meet my mistress, just go to http://facebook.com/rossroadiris/ or http://facebook.com/thegreenthumbery/ or http://www.rossroadiris.com

Let it be known, that though I do love my metaphorical mistress, that I also love my metaphorical wife, and intend to re-instate my wife to her rightful place in my life somehow. I do not intend to forever neglect her: my writing life. A wife, after all, has a superiority before others, a central position, a traditional preeminence. A wife, even a metaphorical wife, is central to one’s life. A mistress . . . well, a mistress is often just a passing fancy. In my case, interest in my metaphorical mistress is more than just a titillation. She is important and I’d like to keep her around for as long as possible. But she has to make peace with my wife. Somehow.

M L S Baisch

Bye-bye birdies . . .

Red Golden Pheasants

Red Golden Pheasants

I had a moment of clarity today: I’ve always taken care of everyone and everything because no one took care of me; also for that reason, I’ve done it badly.

Well, that’s not true: It’s only true that I’ve not done it as well as I could.

But! And it’s a big BUT! Also for the reason that no one took the care you’d expect to be taken of a child, I have had unique experiences–not the usual childhood experiences. From that strange childhood I developed unusual ways of looking at the world.

It helps to have an interesting way to look at the world if you want to say anything interesting in words.

Now, if I can only stop taking care of everything and everyone long enough . . . LOL

Yes Mam and Yes Sir, I mean I really am going to stop raising ornamental pheasants! This is the year they go down the road: Someone else is going to take care of them. They have been a joy. I love having them. It’s a good thing, healthy, that I have to go outside everyday of the world to feed and water them. But they’ve had their run here. I’m through taking care of birds.

It isn’t that the birds keep me from the keyboard; they really don’t interrupt my writing life. What they do keep me/us from doing is getting in car and going anywhere for more than a day, two at the most. That is about to change.

Mona L S Baisch

Red Golden Pheasant

Red Golden Pheasant

Impeyan Monal Pheasants

Impeyan Monal Pheasants

Silver Pheasant

Silver Pheasant