This week’s essay–you know, the type of thing I’ve now recategorized as “Reflections”–was supposed to be about time management.
I’ve been whipping myself into a frenzy lately trying to schedule myself so I can squeeze in all the disparate projects I’m working on: magazine pitches, freelance work, M.F.A. portfolio preparation. And mostly, I’ve felt good about how I’ve juggled it all.
Ironically, though, I have to table this week’s essay, because I wasted the hour I should’ve written it setting up a MySpace account, of all things. What am I, 17? For God’s sake. Anyway, see how delicate the balance is? I think I’ve made my point, essay or no essay.
And there will, sadly, be no essay till next week. I’ve got work to do …..