A woman's place.

In keeping with yesterday's theme of making time for the important stuff, and with a nod to Nancy Pelosi's new job, here's another shout out to a NY Times OpEd columnist, this time Judith Warner, who in her memorial to Texas governor and all-around hell-raiser Ann Richards writes:

You can’t clean house and make it to “the dome” too. You can’t bake cookies and make it to the Senate. And that’s not just because there isn’t enough time. More profoundly, it’s because it just isn’t human to do all that. With all of our spouting off these days about the glorious variety of women’s Choice, there is one basic choice that we are not humanly able to make: we cannot choose what kind of people we are or what we are driven, drawn, destined to do. The best we can do is be ourselves – and stand up for what it takes to bring our self into being.

It's hard enough trying to find time and energy for writing while holding down a full-time job. Cleaning house on top of it? Always good for bad procrastination, as any writer will attest. I recently decided to just run all the errands on my list (Paul Graham's "small stuff") and get it over with: buy a printer cable and ink, get the dog's nails clipped, buy groceries at Whole Foods, Trader Joe's and Ralphs, restock my hair products, get a haircut, change the oil in my car and get it washed, get the sim card in my cell phone replaced, go to the post office, pay bills, sort a mountain of papers, blah blah blah. Factor in West Hollywood traffic, and it took me almost TWO DAYS.

Last weekend I bought flour and yeast so I could try this recipe for super-easy, supposedly amazing bread that doesn't require kneading. The only problem is, it has to sit for 18 hours. Then two more hours before it goes in the oven. Plus it turns out I have to find, then buy, a special lidded container in which to bake it. Figuring out how to fit all this into my schedule requires a complex mathematical formula that still eludes me.

A final word on Ann Richards: she was a hero of mine, and I'm sad she's gone.

Procrastination can be fun.

My friend Ron turned me on to this fabulous essay by writer and computer genius Paul Graham, about finding and doing the work that you love:

Whichever route you take, expect a struggle. Finding work you love is very difficult. Most people fail. Even if you succeed, it's rare to be free to work on what you want till your thirties or forties. But if you have the destination in sight you'll be more likely to arrive at it. If you know you can love work, you're in the home stretch, and if you know what work you love, you're practically there.

Another of Mr. Graham's essays, which talks about good and bad procrastination, should be required reading for writers, artists, scientists and all kinds of ambitious folk who are trying to Accomplish Big Things:

The most impressive people I know are all procrastinators...they put off working on small stuff to work on big stuff. What's "small stuff?" Roughly, work that has zero chance of being mentioned in your obituary.

Which reminds me of an exercise I did once in one of those self-actualization workshops: writing my own obituary. It was fun! Kind of like starting to write a script at the end, and working backward to find out how it all happened. Go on: list all your accomplishments, awards, and significant relationships as of the day you die.