I Begin a Blog

Yesterday, a Sunday, I spent hours in front of the computer checking and writing emails. I think all of the emails were essential - most the correspondence regarded a community theater where I am production manager. There are always details to attend to and people to contact, though I wonder how shows were produced before email. I suspect shows were planned better or people were more flexible with inevitable changes, and they showed up when they said they would rather than waiting for email and voicemail reminders.

I wrote and received other emails while writing and receiving emails about the show, navigating a web of conversations that popped up and then away from the screen and mind.

At the end of the day, I suppose I got some work accomplished and passed on information to people who needed it, but I didn't have a sense that my time was well spent. I certainly didn't feel satisfied with how I spent my day. I noticed on my t0-do list that I need to send some thank-you notes, and I dreaded turning on the computer again to draft another email.

I decided to write the thank you notes instead, you know, by hand. I found my stash of stationary, much of it crinkled and in disarray, and that's all I did. It was the first step away from the computer and back to the pen and paper.