Well, I’m tired.
I think the thing about waking up early to work is that you have to be asleep first, and then wake up.
I worked last night until one am, fell asleep, dreamt (another kind of job for me but I’ll not even go into that), was woken up by a youngster who couldn’t face the journey to the bathroom through a dark house and needed a guide (5am). I tried to facilitate this with my eyes remaining shut because I thought if I did this, it would improve my chances of going immediately back to sleep.
First of all, that’s a bad idea. The Lego minefield alone has to be gingerly navigated, not to mention all that furniture made out of wood scattered around, and you need your eyes for this. Even in the pitch dark you have a better chance than if you go into it totally blind.
Anyway, I couldn’t get back to sleep. My mind did that thing; all of you have been there. It’s that weird brand of thinking that belongs nowhere. Its not good enough material to ever speak of and yet it is somehow so riveting to your sad, tired mind that you can’t stop producing these thoughts.
The other problem with waking up early to work is that you’ve just added more work to your day. How much can a person work, after all?
This is a big question for me to ask. Maybe this is crux of it all for me. The Question.
I am the Queen of Working. I love working. I live to work. I love other workers, I love productivity, I love objects that are made by workers. I love talking about work, worrying about work, finding myself in my work. Some people walk in their sleep, I work in my sleep. “Don’t wake her up, she’s sleep working!”
I have to stop writing because I’ve got to work but I’m going to ponder this question. It would be good to come up with some theories. Since my book is essentially about how a person becomes themselves through their work, how work shapes you, and how a person strives to turn their ‘day job’ into their life’s work, I better ponder good.
God, what gobble-de-gook! I am however, very tired. Like that’s an excuse.
Sara Pinto's Mind 
okay doll-baby…..
east of town facing Las Vegas we just threw a sit down sunday lunch 50th birthday for my boyfriend (?!!!) David. there were something like 32 adults 7 under 10, and 8 teenagers. We roasted a whole lamb in a pit outside (which had hung blood dripping from the rafters overnight), an 18lb salmon and for gods sake clams…..pumpkins, squash, and sweet potatoes roasted in the coals. 18 billion side dishes. during dessert people read poems said nice things and played harmonica. It was the kind of party I’ve always dreamed of attending or throwing. smashing success- after tons of drink and ridiculously over the top cakes we discussed work and life at the table. The party by far was the most creative and productive thing I have participated in in years. the highest art- the most rewarding. work…. how to define it? art- the blurry edges between it and everything else. rauchenbergs quote “I work in the gap between art and life” – I really believe it….. I can buy into that! I am interested in your project as it fuses this reality- and brings it to light. factoid…of the 32 adults we had at the party 31 were self employed. 31. almost all of us.- 17 artists, 6 writers, 2 chefs, 1 doctor of Oriental med. one investment advisor, one lawyer, and throw in a media advisor….for the self-employed is it true that “all is work” in our lives? or does it mean all is life- and that the distinction is somewhat arbitrary and at least for our privileged lucky crew- so 20th century? I am of the pitifully poor- oh so very poor self-employed right now- but my life is very much the same- save bill collectors chasing daily and up nights worrying….my life is essentially the same. what is work? what is life? what is art? if I am thinking about art while I am cooking is it domestic/creative work or a hybrid? liberal arts people of the world tacking our lives together with honey and tape and paper clips unite!
i dont have anything to comment
am too busy trying to force myself to work to get work
x
Love the blog. Believe it or not, if you wonder about its meaning, it definitively helps me to go forward when I feel too weak to make concrete my own project.
Bonne chance!!
Marie