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Post-Patrum Productivity
Productivity has been problematic lately, and when I say lately, I mean the last nine months or so. I wake up every morning and in happier moments, I am a guerilla combatant, my kid under one arm and a machete in my other hand, ready to clear a path through the jungle of a day, leaving solid work and amusement in my wake.
Needless to say, such romantic thinking leads to disappointment, though the fantasy is born again each dawn. Still, I plod along and maybe will somehow figure out how to either adjust my expectations or get super galvanized.
Maybe it is the splitting headache I have today, or it could be the tooth problems (related, perhaps?) that I think have been encouraged by nocturnal grinding, but I have been trying to be a little more lenient, and was heartened when I read an article in the Guardian about Kate Bush.
Now I'm not particularly familiar with Kate Bush's work, though I did read about her recently in The Bronte Myth (where there is mention of Bush's "Wuthering Heights" song. Apparently, she is back after a long hiatus, and here's where she was:
... While pregnant, you write a song about artistic endeavour called An Architect's Dream. You give birth to a boy, Albert, in 1998 and you and your guitarist partner Danny McIntosh find yourselves "completely shattered for a couple of years". You move house and spend months doing it up. You convert the garage into a studio, but being a full-time mother who chooses not to employ a nanny or housekeeper, it's hard to find time to actually work in there. Bit by bit, the ideas come and a notion forms in your mind to make a double album, though you have to adjust to a new working regime of stolen moments as opposed to the 14-hour days of old. Your son begins school and suddenly time opens up and though progress doesn't exactly accelerate ("That's a bit too strong a word"), two years of more concentrated effort later, the album is complete. You look up from the mixing desk and it is 2005.
If the outside world was wondering whether Kate Bush would ever finish her long-awaited album, then it was a feeling shared by its creator. "Oh yeah," she sighs. "I mean, there were so many times I thought, I'll have the album finished this year, definitely, we'll get it out this year. Then there were a couple of years where I thought, I'm never gonna do this. If I could make albums quicker, I'd be on a roll wouldn't I? Everything just seems to take so much time. I don't know why. Time ... evaporates."
Now, I have little in common with Kate Bush, but I know how she feels.
I have to do more, I know, but it is somehow reassuring to know that this battle is fought by everyone on all fronts.
And now, my dentist is waiting.
posted by Elise at 10:10 AM
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