There is always more text

Compulsive journalers, you'll know the feeling I'm about to describe.  You think you've just met the love of your life, or you've had  a devastating break-up, or - lucky you! - you've won the lottery.  So you describe the event in its tiniest details, down the geometry of the linoleum floor and the variety of ginger green tea you drank for lunch, hoping to capture every last groove and bump in the fabric of reality so that you will have achieved verisimilitude. There. You've done it. Encapsulated the experience once and all. You place your last period, put down your pencil, and close your book. You're done.

But wait - there is always more text! Always, always, always! There is tomorrow's journal entry, and the next day's, and the next, until you die.  Even then, someone else will be writing! Imagine the polyphony of everyone's life story lined up one on top of the other, like a Tallis Mass with 6 billion parts.  Though no one I know of has ever glimpsed it, this grandiose collection of parallel stories exists -- at least, in theory, one could understand it. In my life, I will have the privilege to know but a handful of people; I will glimpse but a barest sliver of the story. And yet each person is a multitude! Each moment! The fractal nature of existence keeps me curious about the big-in-small. That's why I keep asking questions.

Q: If a picture is worth a thousand words, then...how would 6 billion parallel stories look?

(journal image from http://www.thechangeblog.com/keeping-journal/)

Clocks versus Demons: How do you work?

I'm investigating the boundary between work - what you do until you quit - and what Lewis Hyde in The Gift calls labor - what you do until it's finished. (Notice the change in pronouns). Recently, I've started writing projects with the intent to work on them for 45 minutes and then quit, only to discover that I'm so excited about writing that blog post or revising my next chapter that I'll finish it, no matter how long it takes. What changed?

Let's start with the baseline of boring old work. Often, when I'm working on something for a spell, I stop because my productivity peters out: either because doing the task is hard, or because knowing what to do next is hard. The "tipping point" when timed work becomes labor has do with conceptualizing my task in enough detail to know the sequence of actions to take. Suddenly, all I have to do is my task, and I can stop thinking about what to do or how to do it. It feels like I'm almost possessed by a plan. I give up to the goal. And the work gets done.

According to Stephen King's On Writing, Anthony Trollope wrote for exactly two and a half hours each morning before work - no more, no less (p 147). That's the clock approach. Being possessed by an idea is the demon approach. What is your preferred habit of working - clocks or demons?