Ill disciplined brain beaten into submission

[bunn]

I find that one effective method of forcing my brain to do the things I want it to do (ie, work), rather than the things it wants to do (ie write long confused posts about undocumented Cornish history, doublecheck exactly what the Ring of Barahir looked like, rashly offer to foster a coonhound, Hack All the Garden Things,  and write short stories including ravens)  is to tell the bloody thing that it will just have to stay up all night, and I *will not allow it to go to bed until it has done its homework*. 

Eventually the damn thing knuckles under.  This technique is not great for getting things done the next day, but at least I do actually get a really surprising amount of stuff *done*.  I do wish my brain would be more cooperative. Sometimes it seems like the thing belongs to someone else entirely. *kicks brain* 

So far I have resisted the temptation of fostering the coonhound.  He looks very cute in his photos, but I think my hounds are quite enjoying being a twosome for a bit.

Comments

[lil-shepherd.livejournal.com]

By gum, there can't be many coonhounds in the country, particularly as they are not recognised at all (even under Any Variety Not Separately Classified) by the KC (or even, I was astonished to learn a couple of years back, by the AKC.) Has someone imported them to hunt squirrels? Or badgers (which would be illegal, of course)?

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I had an attention span once. Then somebody invented the internet, and suddenly I found myself possessing a mere attention inch. :-(

I do sometimes wonder if I would ever have got through O and A levels, let alone got a degree, had the internet been around back then. Would I have had the discipline to lay aside that fanfic that's crying out to be written or stop playing that long computer-based RPG, and instead spend the week reading up on the causes of the Dutch Revolt? I sometimes toy with the idea of starting an OU course just to relearn such discipline, but I fear it would all go Hideously Wrong, as soon as a shiny new fandom came bouncing along, saying, "Heya! Over here! Over here!"