I woke up at 9:00. That’s 11 hours of sleep for the night. It should have bothered me that I spent half a day sleeping. But it didn’t. It was drizzling. Irritation, impending. I stood watching. More time passed. I wanted to write something. But, I was hungry now. So I made myself a white-bread sandwich and opened up a word document. I stared into a white emptiness of malnutritioned anxiety that is an empty word doc. I don’t know for how long.
All I remember is that at one point I counted the number of times the cursor blinked and at another point, I was staring out of the window watching four boys play cricket. I had written a grand total of 7 words (the words: It’s all so stupid all of this). The time was 2:32. I ate the rest of the sandwich.
My productivity only worsened through the day. After lunch, I felt sleepy (!). After a while, I found myself loitering in the lawn helping some random kid get onto a swing.
What was I doing with my life?
I was never like this. Days like these would freak me out. Productivity was the central theme that ran through my life. I never took a walk. Walking was ‘stupid and unproductive?’ I am an earphone-plugged runner!
And staring out of the window! Have I magically turned into Princess Fiona?
Two days later, I wrote a post called, stop pointing at me. It continues to be one of the most-read posts on this site. Everything I wrote in that post came from my freakishly unproductive day and the seven words I wrote.
The fundamental idea of productivity is producing more work. It was an idea that was initially applied to machines. As our lives got mechanical, we adopted the idea. And it worked well. We got more things done, wasted less time, and developed a million apps just to help us stay productive (which is an irony in itself). We forgot to put a disclaimer though: Productivity isn’t created equal. The principles of productivity work if you want to perform a specific set of instructions in a given time, but the same principles may be detrimental if you want to create something. Creating something also goes by a wretched name: Creativity.
Traditional ideas of productivity fall flat when it comes to creativity. I don’t consider myself particularly creative, but if I had to measure myself on the traditional productivity scale every time I wrote/created something like this:
There are some days when I would spend two hours and have seven words strewn on the page. And other days when I would write a whole post in half that time. The journey to what we traditionally consider productive goes through long stretches of time spent distracted, staring into a white screen or out of the window and taking a siesta because you got tired of doing, well, pretty much nothing – all of which is considered sacrilege in the world of productivity.
This kind of unproductivity though is vital to doing anything – for the lack of a better word – creative. You could be painting art, sketching, slam-poeting, playing the violin, doing standup, singing or making a You Tube video on how to peel a banana like a monkey. You do these things because the mere act of creating something gives you a restless satisfaction that makes up for all the time you wasted away.
An attempt at constant productivity is a sure fire way to pull the plug on your creativity. I am not saying you should be goofing around all the time. On the contrary, if you enjoy creating, goofing around should become an essential part of your process. If it doesn’t, what you create will become onerous and repetitive.
As Oscar Wilde wrote,”I was working on the proof of one of my poems all morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon, I put it back again.”
In the world of creation, efficiency and optimization are replaced by nothingness and unproductive lunacy. In the world of creation, the productivity beast is replaced by a big fat Panda dancing his way through unproductivity.
1. One of the first posts I wrote was on productivity. I was very young alright.
2. Gary Keller’s book, the one thing which I wrote about here still continues to be my favorite book on productivity because of its wide application.
2 thoughts on “Become a Productivity Beast”
As Simon puts it(how his creation process looks like): “days of guilt and self loathing punctuated by hours of shear brilliance, and really don’t know when those hours will strike”
I sprint through some of your older, newer essays, some are creating discomfort (like that 5:52am, that’s not even middle of night!) some liberating, some familiar (like yea, he also knows Sir Ken, he also saw the anthology series ‘Genius’ on Nat Geo, though not that part, but the part about Mileva Maric) and some gave cognitive orgasm.
Keep writing will sound too clichéd.
Check ‘hedonic adaptations’
Thanks mate. Become a hedonic beast may have been as apt I suppose.