Apart from being a living breathing enigma, I am an incredibly talented person. I am a ‘creative’.
Being a ‘creative’ means I am burdened with the task of being an ideas man, a futurologist, a person with his finger on the pulse of the, er, future, a trend predictor, a sooth-sayer, a prophet, and, to be modest, all but a decision making god to those who look to me for leadership and inspiration.
My head is constantly filled with scenarios. I am always watching, learning and applying my superior knowledge to any situation, computing the outcome, working out what would be best. As a director of huge box office hit movies I wouldn’t need to storyboard. It would be in my head. I can visualise an entire edit sequence and know exactly how scenes need to be shot.
However, in balance, for all of this greatness, I have to humble myself and admit that I do have failings.
I can’t seem to bloody multi-task when dealing with things of a very similar nature.
As an example, supposing I had to write something absolutely brilliant for this very blog and at the same time write something absolutely brilliant for work. For some reason, I can’t seem to do both. My head will fixate about one and not the other.
Case in point. I’m writing a large collection of completely fabricated lies associated with a business proposal. I’m thinking about them. Dreaming about them. Working on them whilst I’m asleep. Editing them, visualising them, and all consumed by them. Then I realise I really need to write something for here, but my brain won’t let me.
I study my list of bullet points I have had for ages, ready to pick one and flesh out a big long bla-de-bla for your entertainment, annoyance or excitement. Nothing happens.
If I try to write, all I can write is bits relating to the work thing.
Have I always been like this? Is it some mental decay I was unaware until just now is happening to me? Is it possible the women can multi-task whilst men can’t?
I.
Well, I mean, I.
Erm, I.
Look, I don’t know how to finish this, but I’ve got some damn fine ideas for that work thing, must rush…
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