Today a friend complained that I don’t post often enough, so I’ll make more of an effort. 😉 Actually, it seems like when I am focusing on one certain activity in my life, I experience a kind of time distortion with everything else. If I get busy with work, I’ll look up and it will have been a week since I made a post in Frayed, the email interactive fiction project I’m running. Or I’ll spend what seems like a few hours on MySpace, and then suddenly the movies I rented are overdue. I lose track of what is going on in the books I’m reading because I’ve been more interested in working in the yard.

But it feels fantastic! I feel like there are so many possibilities for each day and I have so many interests I wish to pursue. I just kind of chuckle at myself when a deadline suddenly looms or it is Sunday again already and I need to set things up for the weekly Doctor Who showing.

I think what I’m saying is that I’m comfortable with the flow of time again. It doesn’t seem like sand spilling away into oblivion. Nothing grows in stasis. If time stood still and I could “hold this moment a little bit longer,” nothing would ever actually happen to me.