What Not to Do Wednesday on the To Do List

The other day on Facebook, I wrote that I had finally accomplished my To Do List for the day. The trick, I said, was having a very teeny, tiny To Do List.

Well, of course, I was joking. But upon further thought, I had an epiphany that went something like this: Hold on there, Cathy. You may be on to something.

How many times, grasshopper, have I written down these looooong To Do Lists, only to accomplish the first two or three To Do’s on the list? (It’s a rhetorical question, so quit guessing.) The point is, I always seem to think I can accomplish way more than is Cathy C. Hall possible. And then, at the end of the day, when perusing my un-accomplishments, I don’t feel so good about myself. In fact, I want to kick my lazy behind. Thank goodness, that’s also not Cathy C. Hall possible.

But after perusing my teeny, tiny To Do List, I felt downright chipper. Whee for me! So, grasshopper, what have we learned today? Don’t fill up your To Do List, setting unrealistic goals for yourself. Give yourself time to accomplish what you really need to do. At the end of the day, you’ll feel ever so much better. And your behind will thank you.

What Not To Do Wednesday on Backing Up (Files)

I had to add the (Files) part, ’cause honestly, there are some followers out there who might think I meant driving. And driving is not one of my um, strongpoints.

Backing up files was not one of my strongpoints, either. But after an epic crash, you could say I had a “crash” course in file-backing-up. I don’t like to dwell on those dark days, grasshopper. Anyway, we’re not talking about me today. We’re talking about you and your need to back up files.

There are online storage sites you can use to back up your files. Or you can use a flash drive. Assuming you can remember where your flash drive is. Or you can just email yourself important files. That’s what I do with my “pre-published” manuscripts.

I’ve probably explained all of this before, grasshopper, but it bears repeating. Because I just got a message from my new PC. Something to the effect of “Okay, Sister, you haven’t backed up your files. Don’t come crying to me when you lose every last word of your latest scathingly brilliant manuscript. All because you couldn’t take a lousy 30 seconds to back up files.”

Oh, PC. You really have a way with words.