|Not pictured: actual worms. Worms are shy.|
Sunday, 29 January 2017
This morning I had the satisfaction of plunging my hands deep into my wormery for the first time to extract my first handfuls of worm compost. The contents of my worm bin look like this:
Tuesday, 17 January 2017
Here's some good advice: if you want to accomplish something, you need to actually set aside time in which to do it. Blatantly obvious though this is, it's frustratingly hard to put into practice.
This is my take on the subject: don't give yourself a choice. Treat as something you just have to do. In this spirit, I have now set aside Monday as "writing day". Every Monday, no matter what, I will sit down on work on my book. No messing about, no distractions, just do it.
Yesterday was Monday. My first writing day. It went well. I spent probably 3-4 hours just writing and researching, and though I'm still on the ever-expanding introduction (or maybe it's chapter one, it's too soon to tell) I probably got a good three pages written. That feels like a good day to me.
I'm wondering if it might also help if I released the book a chapter at a time, perhaps to interested friends or regular readers of this blog (I know there's at least a few of you). That might stop me endlessly re-writing it, a trap I've fallen into in the past. It would also be a good way to get feedback from kind and intelligent people (oh how I flatter you) before unleashing the eventual monstrosity on the wider world. What do you think? Please comment below. It's about veganism, transhumanism, evolution and that sort of thing. Working title: 'The Vegan Imperative'. Working subtitle: 'Animals, humans and the future of life'. Grand.
Friday, 6 January 2017
It's easy to overthink Facebook. If you're a user (and there's a 1 in 4 chance you are, there's over 1.7 billion of us) you've probably wondered more than once whether your relationship with Facebook is altogether healthy. Are you using it too much? How many of your "friends" are really friends? How many times a day do you check it? Why didn't s/he like my selfie? Who cares? Why am I always posting selfies? Should I post this meme? Is checking your phone the first thing you do when you wake up? (Remember when we all first got phones? We used to turn them off at night. Imagine that). Is there a difference between like and "like"? Why does it feel sometimes that everyone I know on Facebook is living a more fulfilling life than me? Who am I? Am I real? And so on, slippery sloping down into some void or other. (Pick one, there's enough for all of us).
Monday, 2 January 2017
I thought I might make my first post of 2017 'new year' themed, but then I thought actually, no, I wouldn't. No day is any more (or less) special than any other; and as everyone knows, new year's resolutions almost never last past January. Why? For just that reason. You aren't any more motivated to improve yourself or the world on New Year's Day than you were on New Year's Eve. It's just a date on a calender. The world is still spinning. 2016 was awful - another thing everyone knows - but 2017 is no more likely to be wonderful because of that. There is only now.