I can’t remember where I read it, but I did read something recently that said the Victorians had incredible powers of concentration – that by adulthood, they could sit and listen to a lecture for ten hours straight. I think it was an article comparing the Kindle to the iPad as an e-reader, but it perhaps says something about my powers of concentration that I gave up on trying to find the original article or even a reference to back it up after three Google searches.
The follow-on from that potential factoid (in the correct sense of the word) was that we – a collective “we” that doesn’t so much include humanity as it does geeks that follow links to tech ‘blogs via Twitter – are a skittish, slapdash lot by comparison. Our machines can run multiple information streams simultaneously, or have the potential to access other streams, so we use that versatility to flick back and forth between things, dip in and out.
Whether that’s for the better or for the worse, I’m not going to argue either side of it. I like Victorian themes in my fiction (I particularly love the desperate, staggering arrogance of the British Empire) but I’m also quite glad I don’t live then. Plus I like having the internet to Google randomly about history. It’s just like being genuinely intelligent!
Still, I do have issues finding time for things. I get distracted very easily, and end up dithering about taking forever to do the thing I actually wanted to get on and do.
So, Lisa suggested I start compartmentalising actions into 15 minute chunks. “Everyone has at least 15 minutes in their day,” she said, vastly underestimating my ability to flick between Twitter and various news sites hitting F5 for three hours at a time.
And this is the result – a blog post written in 15 minutes (well, 9 and counting). I’m not sure if it’s up to much cop, but it’s a start. Breaking the tendency that I had to spend a good hour farting about putting a couple of lines together is good for me.
And I could do with a few more good for me things. I’m pretty tired at the moment, more than a little stressed, and it feels like I haven’t got a second for any form of outlet to ease off on either. I could go for a run, but that’s not something I can package up into a 15 minute chunk – any longer and I’d start to feel guilty about the stuff I’m concurrently not doing for work while out running.
Three minutes left. Just enough time to revise the awful title, add tags and mention that I’ll be attending Platform Expos on Sunday for a few hours with my camera and hopefully I’ll be able to put together a nice little post about Hull’s gaming scene.