This year I've tried to get Organized. I've tried to get on a blogging editorial calendar and fill my weeks with regular tasks, duties and god-knows-what.
The first calendar was a one-week whiteboard calendar that I gave away after writing down a great schedule for a week in January that was still there in early March.
Next, I moved on to the big lovely monthly calendar you see above. I sprinkled the month of March with an editorial calendar and ideas and that went okay. I do have a bit of a problem following orders, which this felt like. My internal writer self would protest, "But I don't WANT to write about that! I don't WANT to write it today!" Hmph.
April I ended up accidentally doing something different-- I filled the calendar after I wrote a blog or had an idea to track or fill out. I thought it was the best idea ever -- learn from the pattern and do more of what worked. Genius.
And by May, I was over it. It didn't even exist for me anymore, even though it sat there on my working table in all its whiteness.
Ironically enough, I was the "calendar girl" at my last editorial job, keeping our calendar updated and I even liked it. I can actually get organized when it's for a group. For myself, it's a differnet story: it seems to be a more chaotic sense of organization.
Here's the thing: Systems don't work for everyone. Our cavemen predecessors didn't have calendars and keep appointments. Even though that's modern life, so we have to deal with it, it's still not a part of our animal nature.