The infernal to-do list.

I keep one. I keep two. Occasionally, I’ll have 5 or 6 of them wadded up in my back pocket, carefully listing all the things that need to be done, in some kind of smartass shorthand only I can understand.

This doesn’t stop random people at work who add their own items to my list. Buy Ashley a present. Buy Cody a present. Find Jesus.

Generally, it’s populated with items I need for work. Buy grn t. (buy green tea) or beer list (write a new beer list). Also for my web design work – fix RWR, change June page, etc. But lately, in an attempt to get more writing done, I’ve added that in there as well. Finish Chapter 3 EA. Revise Chapter One MH. And sometimes little notes to myself – raven coughs. in a bikini? make it a bulldog.

Unfortunately those little notes to the end usually end up on my What the Heck was I Thinking There list. I simply don’t remember.

I’d like to say adding writing to my to-do list has made my quite the prolific writer. Instead, it’s turned me into quite the prolific note hider. I send ‘em through the washing machine most days, carelessly left in the back pocket of my jeans. Or I set them in an “important pile” so I can remember to look at them one day. Soon. Occasionally they end up actually next to my computer, and I’ll put them in my computer reminder – intent that THIS TIME I’m going to follow through the entire to-do list.

But I lie.

Somewhere out there is the perfect plan, the perfect software to keep me on track, to make me write when I have a free moment instead of harassing various people on Twitter about how to properly serve a three year old having a temper tantrum on the floor.

I’ll put it on my to-do list to look that up.

=)

carrie