The World Can Wait for Studio Time

I'd like to address the working for self, being your own boss deal. It's great... on some levels. I like the control and freedom of working independently but that comes with a required self restraint, dedication and discipline. Is that all the same thing? This is especially important when the peeping heads of Facebook need to share their gossip. This is essential when the siren song of your phone blows up with every other breath. It's important no matter what the circumstances and in today's madness, one needs to be literally tied down to their work.

I generally work on a fairly rigid schedule. Office hours are defined, studio time is defined (and timed) and I usually struggle to fit in/allow myself a night off. This is how much I work. Well I just got back from Alabama, and whether it was the exhaustion of traveling or the lazy southern air that slowed my pace, I haven't done squat since I've been back. Well, I've only done half the squat that I'd like to. My routine has once again lagged with the return from a trip and there is always catching up to do which doubles the distance between me and the studio. I guess it's this way for everyone. And while I could sit here and blame the travels, the southern air, the peeping heads and the siren songs (which are singing as we speak) I can't really blame anyone but myself.

I need the ability to say "No more facebook, emails or blackberry blow-ups. No more cookies, grocery lists or peeping-tom trips to the pantry." To say "No more frustration, neggy-pants thoughts or calls from my mother*," is the freedom I'm in need of, and I'm not alone. When we have the balls to say "no more B.S. it's time to work" everything will miraculously stop, shut up and wait for one damn minute while we do exactly what we were put on this earth to do. The world can wait for studio time, we just have to let it. So now the trick is, letting it be easy... but that just sounds boring.

*Mom, I love you and do not think you're a neggy pants. I just love talking to you SO much that, well, sometimes I loose track of time.