I have triumphed over my procrastinator's nature! With the help of a slightly warmer-than-usual house, 10 or 12 repeats of the Coldplay song "Clocks" and a healthy dose of sheer nail-biting deadline-induced terror, I have written approximately 900 words of a 3,000-word story! Rawr! I don't know how many of these 900 words will be in the final published version, but I don't care.
I don't know what it is about Clocks. Something about it just points my neurons in the right direction. It's like a hypnotic thing. And it takes me about a dozen times through it to get sick of it - for the last half hour here, I switched to the Polyphonic Spree.
Anyway. Take that, inner procrastinator! I'll show you who's boss! (Yeah, ok, you are. But thanks for letting me pretend to be in control for an evening.)
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congrats. you're almost there?! kinda...well, nevertheless you're farther along in your story than i am in mine. wait, i don't have a freelance story to write. darn.
Way to conquer the beast! I've been doing some pounding of the procrastinator myself. I don't know how long I can keep her down! I tend to use Mozart's Requiem for mental stimulation, but Clocks is also a good option (I'll try it next time!)
All music is distracting for me. I need no music when I'm in crunch-time or I spend more time focusing on music than the task at hand.
I blame it the fact that I'm a guy and therefore incapable of multitasking.
Ah, but that's the point - it's not listening music, it's focusing music. I can't listen to most music, but I can listen to Clocks and I can listen to this one album by Röyksopp. Sometimes the Duruflé Requiem, too.
Interesting - I can't work where it's quiet - my house, the library, the sad little grad student cages, etc. I'm at my most productive at one of the front tables in a busy coffee shop. Maybe it's my perception that people will be judgmental if I'm not working - "Look at that nerd reading Entertainment Weekly - shouldn't he be writing a dissertation or something?"
I need music, but I don't really _listen_ to it. I think that comes from a childhood of doing my homework in front of the TV - I got good at tuning it out. My sociality scale ranges, though - sometimes I need my cage, and sometimes I need to be around other people. Today I'm mixin' it up by allowing myself to go to a coffeeshop after I've gotten a certain way through my day's work.
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