I do not have a problem with alcohol.
This became something of a problem itself when I did the Deadlies exercise in the Artist’s Way. The idea is that you write the following on 7 slips of paper which you then draw from, at random, 7 times: alcohol, drugs, sex, work, money, food, family/friends.
You then list 5 ways in which the drawn word has had a negative effect on your life. Each time the slip goes back, so it’s even chances for next time. I drew money/money/alcohol/food/alcohol/food/alcohol. Apparently if it seems inapplicable, that’s resistance. Right.
I was scraping the bottom of the barrel, particularly with food and alcohol. The negative effects of food on my life have largely been limited to stomach upsets (I still can’t bear the smell of mango) and the annoyingly large amount of time it takes to ensure meals are regularly prepared and eaten.
Alcohol was even worse. I might have a glass of wine on occasion – particularly special occasions – but that’s about it. Fifteen ways alcohol has had a negative effect on my life? You must be dreaming. Still, at least I didn’t draw ‘drugs’. Confessing to a youthful tea addiction wouldn’t take me very far.
What have I learned from this exercise? Well, besides proving that meaning is not always to be found in randomness, I decided overall that I spend too much time daydreaming and worrying (for what is worry but a dark daydream?) and not enough just enjoying the life I have.
A large part of this chapter of the Artist’s Way looked at workaholism, which is another problem I am happy not to have. Or do I? While I certainly don’t have any problem shaking the dust of the DDJ off my feet at 5pm on the dot, I do tend to fill my life with a lot of other doing.
Housework, handwork – doesn’t really matter what as long as I can feel guilty for not doing it, or at least for not doing all of it.
I’d secretly like to be a workaholic, it turns out, but I can’t bring myself to actually do all that work.
Nonetheless, I have resolved to be a bit more focussed in what I choose to do in my non-work time. As with my writing projects, I won’t start any more until I’ve finished at least some of those I have underway, and I’ll try to work steadily on one instead of floating from UFO to UFO. And I won’t feel guilty for not being able to do everything, which should make what I am doing more enjoyable.
The problem is that I tend to be a bit ambitious in what I can achieve, so my projects often take a long time, even once you take the distraction and procrastination into account. But not always! Having decided a couple of weeks ago to make myself a more permanent eye-swathe, I got straight down to the job with a fat quarter (in black and gold) and my sewing machine (also in black and gold).
I used it last Monday (the swathe, not the machine) and achieved about 2,400 words (estimating 200 words on each of 12 pages and not wishing to count them all by hand). More to come tomorrow, when trouble catches up with our heroine, an unexpected enchantment intervenes, and she uses up her last lifeline.
It’s a public holiday here in New Zealand tomorrow: Labour Day. Which I shall celebrate by labouring at my chosen profession, instead of the one that feeds me. It always struck me as strange that we celebrated Labour Day by not labouring. Very illogical. As usual, I’ll let you know how I go.
In other news, Tim Makarios of Ideophilus is seeking pledges to fund a Creative Commons audiobook of G.K. Chesterton’s The Everlasting Man. Details here, including where you can find a sample of his reading voice – very easy on the ear! Stop by if you’re a fan of G.K. Chesterton, C.S. Lewis (who recommended the book) or Creative Commons works generally.
Until next week, dear readers!
Sinistra Inksteyne 
