Lost Time

I seem to have a problem with lost time, not in the Whitley Strieber alien abduction sense but in the constructive usage thereof. 

I am not quite certain where this day has gone, I had grand creative plans for starting my new script and a short story but somehow between cleaning my kitchen, feeding the cat, checking my emails and surfing the web this time is gone. Certainly these activities could not have taken up six hours of the day so I resolve to make a diary detailing every activity I engage in that may be wasting my time.

My father, who is a very talented and creative person seldom spent much time on housework, organisation or any other practical matters and as a result lived in complete squalor but was a musical genius. Perhaps I should take a page out of his book and ignore all practicalities in life to concentrate on my art.

As long I the cat gets fed that's all that matters. 

The Secret

Anxiety and uncertainty have eaten away at me for a long time but now I have been introduced to a new concept in two different forms which is meant to radically change ones way of thinking and perhaps even realign the universe to work in your favour.

One is called "The Secret" and the other "positive affirmations." The theory is that if you change your thought patterns and attitudes to convince yourself that you are already on the road to success that you will find that miraculous changes in your life happen spontaneously. The theory is that any negative thoughts are actually the source of failure and bad luck and that anyone can change this through emanating more positive vibrations.

Lately I have had great difficulty with my appetite due to Zonisamide, the Japanese anti-epileptic mediation I am on. I think I may have to set an alarm clock to remind myself to eat so I can start emanating with these positive vibrations.

I'm feeling better already.