They headed into the stationary room and nudged open the doors to the
connected classrooms. Copper walked through the history classroom.
Irons opinion of the school lowered dramatically. Scanning the walls, she noticed a poster with the heading ‘Great Rulers’. She dismissed it as uninformative when saw no mention of the Helix 30cm Shatterproof.
My always sceptic says if it were that easy we’d all be rich and published and wouldn’t need to be motivational speakers in a van down by the river…
I’m kinda with Phil there. If it really was easy, we’d all be doing it.
There’s the rub. I personally feel anyone can ‘do it’. But very few people will. The biggest issues I face are drive and time management.
So, on drive. People see what I do, thinking it takes a few hours a week of doodling and writing. Then they say ‘hey, I can do that’. But then their not willing to put in the hours of promoting to local businesses, local papers, sharing to Buzzfeed and BoredPanda. Standing at car boots and markets, getting drowned in the rain, trying to sell prints. Going to shows trying to find clients to work for. Submitting to magazines and getting turned down over and over and over. The demoralizing graft. A lot of that’s less fun. It takes grit. Self-employment is rarely the happy-go-lucky care-free life people imagine. It sure as heck isn’t what’s on Instagram.
So, yes. Anyone can ‘do it’. But few folks will.
On time management, well, that’s a whole separate issue. In my experience, it can make or break you. If you can’t get your poop together and set out plans for your days and weeks, you just aren’t going to make it.
Personally, I use an A4 diary to make rough plans for what I need to do daily. More checklists than anything. But pen and paper help cement tasks in my head more than digital alternatives.
I use pomodairo type techniques. 50 minutes of work followed by 10 minutes break. Enough time for a pee and a fresh brew of tea. (shameless “Drink Tea” tenuous link to Threadless: https://littlefears.threadless.com/ )
#NoShame
So, I usually run that system from 7 am to 1 pm, break for an hour for lunch. Then work from 2 pm to 6 pm. I often come back in the evening as well. It’s a long day!
This week, I’ve been looking for digital time-management assistance again. Turns out, on Skillshare, there are two free classes from the Todoist team.
The first I’ve done before. I really enjoyed this class. It’s not 100% Todoist centric. It’s more about getting into the right mindset managing your time more productively. I can’t stress how important mindset is if you’re hoping to go self-employed as a writer, blogger, artist, poet and music maker.
This course is more Todoist-centric. It revolves around building a daily routine and task list. More like habit building, if that makes sense?
I can appreciate habit building courses. The first hour of my day is set in stone. Publish the morning’s story. Reply to comments on LittleFears.co.uk. Check if there are any relevant hashtags during the day I can get into with an old story on Twitter (such as #NationaChocolateDay). Go over everything in my diary for a given day and schedule all the work into 50-minute blocks.
If that first hour goes off without a hitch, I can smash through work like the Hulk punches holes in toilet paper. It gets me into the right mental place and I’m away! If I miss my morning routine, my whole day goes to pot.
For some of us, habits are essential.
So, those links again. These courses are free. Just sign up for a free account, ignore anything that asks you for a subscription option. Go to the course page and give them a whirl.
“It’s blocked,” grumbled Copper as she put her weight into the door. “OK, we can go around.”
Copper led Iron back down the corridor and into the math classroom. Iron paused and read an equation on the chalkboard. At the top was the word ‘Seven’. Following that was a series of plus and minus numbers. Underneath read the line ‘make seven even.’
Iron clamped her claws around the board rubber and removed the S.
Simon gulped down a whiskey. Gina stood outside by the swing, pushing little Rachael as though nothing had changed in their lives. He couldn’t look at them. He downed two more shots and lay down on the couch.
There was a rap at the sliding glass door. Not again. Couldn’t they leave him alone? Simon covered his face with a blanket, waiting the sound out. The hanging tendrils soon dragged Gina’s corpse back to the swing, returning to their endless mockery of Simon’s old life.
Story by Alex Buchholz of weirdshitwithalex.blog. Check out his blog for more weird shit, with Alex. Thanks for the tale, Alex!
Deer slumped to the ground, his skin fell from his body. The features of his face slid off piece by piece until just a skull remained.
“Hey, hey,” chuckled Lucy, tugging on an antler, pointing at Deers skull. “No eyed deer!”
“Oh, for god’s sake,” sighed Yuffie. “Now what do we do with him?”
“Chop it up and sell it to passing people?” suggested Lucy. “We could chop off his balls and tell a human they have medicinal purposes.”
“We wouldn’t get much for them,” sighed Yuffie. “Deer testicles are under a buck.”
Deers corpse and pixel art trees are snap-shotted, printed and doodled on with permission of the rather awesome, lum. It’s from a free game, Devil Haunts Me. A free survival horror game by lum. Check em out here: https://lum-scum.itch.io/. You can hit ’em up on Twitter at @uberprawn.
“It’s a long way to Brass,” sighed Copper. “We’ll need some
extra spares.”
Iron mewed an agreement as Copper led them into St Francium school. A
map hung on the wall inside. It looked as familiar as everything else
that was falling apart around here.
She used to strip the RAM and hard drives out of computers. She had some good memories.
“They’re not
pests,” cried Eric. “Get off my roof.”
Jim looked down the
sight of his air rifle.
“Don’t,”
begged Eric.
Jim squeezed the trigger. The pigeons took off and came towards them. He took aim and squeezed again. The gun didn’t fire. His finger crumbled into seeds.
Eric stepped back as the flock descended.
Ahh, I still love the idea of pest control being eaten by pigeons. OK, so that’s a re-hash of the pigeon shamans previous story. Here’s the thing. I put 18 new prints onto my Etsy store. I then didn’t post about them again since listing day.
My problem is, I’m bad at writing marketing copy for my own art. So instead, I figure posting them with stories is better. Kinda… Right?
Oh, and this week, I finally got about to making mocks of all my images in different frames. So hey, I have something to talk about and point too!
Copper turned away, starting her journey to the city of Brass. Unable
to watch her home and old life sink further into the earth. The rot
of these lands had hounded her for so long she couldn’t remember
what life was like before.
She could visualize scenes, but they never related to her current
situation. Copper pans with the lady. Building alongside Iron.
It was like she had a photographic memory. It just never developed.
“Yep,” replied Yuffie. “She’s trying to gather a hunting group of us, all under four foot tall.”
“I see,” replied Fuen. “That’ll be a little party.”
HAH! Boom! Fantasy race puns to the face! Take that, readers!
Awful game. Repetitive grind, all female characters in high heels, all male characters in OTT spikey armour. But, eh, we all have a guilty games pleasure on tablets now, right? Could be worse. Could be Candy Crush or Farmsville…
As Copper and Iron left the house, it began sinking into the ground.
Copper gasped when she realised it was going to take her vintage
ladder collection with it.
Iron placed a consolatory claw on Copper’s leg. Her new friend may be
a mute, but Copper was glad she wasn’t facing this alone. She knew
when this was over she’d be able to rebuild her life and ladder
collection.