Stranded in mid-sentence.
Nobody really had to know, for instance (until I decided to let the cat out of
the bag here) that this month's column was going to be on a totally different
topic. That particular column hasn't been abandoned, simply saved and stored away
on my hard drive. Actually, that column was more than half finished when it became
clear that my nightly activity of moving and checking boxes, rather than the writing
that I wanted to sit down and devote myself to, was consuming the majority of
my time. At that point it made much more sense to capitulate to reality and allow
what has happening around me to dictate the topic of this particular column, and
postpone the use of the other material that I'd been working on.
And of course there's that difference again. It was exactly
a year ago that I wrote about the fact that a new, additional, hard drive
had not only given me much needed disk space, but also that I was able to neglect
the task of cleaning up my mess on the old hard drive because I suddenly had so
much new space available to me. My desk demands rather immediate attention because
otherwise it's hard for me to sit at it and get anything done. As I start to arrange
it I discover more and more papers that I have to decide
what to do with. It's certainly easier to simply leave my hard drive clutter
and not feel bothered by it.
Go to: Digital vs. Physical.