Routine, it seems, is an important thing. For the last couple of months I had a routine. Get up at 7.30, go to work, come back around 1.30, do stuff, eat, do some other stuff, bed by midnight. A lot of the stuff involved taking and processing my photographs (Oh, you think?) and judging by the batch of 130 prints that came through yesterday it was a very productive time.
But that job ended on Friday and with it ended my routine. Monday and Tuesday were at chez Higgins digging soil from nine to six. I haven’t done any real digging for over a year and the full day was a bit, a teeny bit but still a bit, of a shock, but the biggest fuck to my system was the sudden absence of time as my “evening” shrunk from nine hours to four-ish.
Hence no blogging, no new photos, no nothing other than food and the odd bit of football. And sleep. The sort of glorious sleep you get after a day spent digging.
Happy to say, though, that other than some slightly sore thigh muscles my body coped wonderfully with the digging. I guess two months of window cleaning and sweeping kept me in trim.
Actually, I lie about the no new photos. Gareth kindly developed the black and white film I shot during and after the Flickrmeet and they went up today. I guess 14 out of 38 (yes, 38. Not sure how I managed that) is a pretty good hit ratio but I’m not completely comfortable with them. Bit dark, though that might be down to Gareth’s developing. Not that I’m complaining or nuffink, don’t get me wrong. The whole film thing is all about moving away from the perfection of digital so the shittier the better really. Be interesting to see how the slide films come out though. (Once I get a around to shooting something with them…)
But anyway, I’m back in the routine of not having a routine and so far I’m not too keen on it. Today was a day off (the beds need to settle before seeding) and I got less done than I would were those hours spread over three days.
It’s a strange one. I’m enjoying working for Nat and I like that I could end up in interesting places doing interesting things due to my flexi-status but it’s not terribly conducive to the pursuance of my Thing.
Give it 2, 3 weeks, and you may be saying ‘How is it I ever managed to get anything done when I had such a strict schedule?’ Routineless days are so much more productive…
You have a ‘Thing’?
I call mine my willy, but each to his own I guess
Actually I didn’t put my name in on purpose, as I didn’t wish to associate myself with my own silliness.
All anon comments get given that “name” by default. I do this because it amuses me.