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A friend of mine at work asked me to read over this and tell him what I made of it. Years ago I worked with a woman who is now my home state’s attorney general – you really couldn’t meet a nicer person – but she was perhaps also the most organised person I’d ever met. Given that she is Victoria’s attorney general, you’d have to say that being organised hasn’t particularly hurt her progress through life. I’m just not sure I’m the sort of person who can really do the kinds of hyper-organisation stuff that is implied as the baseline for this book. And I’m not boasting about that. I can see I would probably be a better person if that wasn’t the case.
A lot of the advice in this book is disturbingly obvious – disturbing because as obvious as it is, I’d never thought of it before. I really liked his ‘two-minute’ rule – essentially, you need to sort stuff into piles to process them and work out what needs to happen next with them, if you can do whatever that is in under two-minutes, do it now. This is his version of the ‘handle it once’ rule, which he, rightly enough, says can’t possibly work. You know that, because one of the things on everyone’s list is apparently ‘write a novel’ – and so you can’t possibly do that by ‘handling it once’. To really know if something will take under two minutes requires you to have thought about it properly and in the right way.
Which is his most important piece of advice, well, for me, anyway. Thinking about things in the right way is to decide what the next actual, literal action needs to be to move it forward. This can be anything from ‘file in the rubbish bin’, but what it can’t be is ‘plan to invade Poland’ or ‘marry Susan’. The reason why it can’t be either of these things, even if, ultimately, they are what you would like to do, is because there is no concrete action attached to either of those grand plans. The concrete task is whatever is the very next action you will need to take to move your overall plan one step closer to completion – in both of these cases that might well be ‘spend more time in bars in Munich’, for example.
I really like this idea – not of marrying Susan or invading Poland so much, but of not finishing with something before you have figured out the next concrete action needs to be, and probably also the when, where, how and who that are likely to go along with that action. I mean, like I said, it’s bloody obvious once you are told, but the obvious is far too often a bit like that, only any good in retrospect, when it is too late.
The other really nice thing I liked about this method was that it took into account the fact that we don’t work at 10/10 for all of 24-7. There are times when we are only able to function at a solid 3/10, and other times when we are topping 7/10 in spurts and starts. And since that is the case, being able to have what another book might call a store of ‘mindless shit’ to be getting on with when you are not in what Wodehouse would call ‘mid-season form’ is well worth thinking about. In that sense, this book is a kind of mindfulness for the anally retentive.
And therein lies the problem for me, of course. I don’t see myself as anally retentive and the shift in self-image that would be necessary to go from what I am now to what I would need to become would require a kind of psychological funeral along the way. I’m not proud to admit of any of this, but self-awareness comes with age, I guess. All the same, I am going to try to do some of the things mentioned in this book – a lot of it is clearly worthwhile – but even as I type this a phase involving ‘old dogs and new tricks’ is echoing about the place.
Oh, except, the other thing – he does say something that did make me think, ‘Oh, yeah, too bloody right!’ and that was that if you are about my age (or any age, really) and you can’t touch type then you should receive a slap across the back of the head every time someone sees you ‘hunting and pecking’. Keyboards aren’t going away anytime soon. If you are going to use technology in a way that allows you to sit and think and effectively hear and see what you are thinking as you type, wondering where the bloody D key is really isn’t allowing you to make the best use of that technology. You can learn to touch type in a couple of weeks – just do it, what the hell? Not being able to type isn’t something you should be proud of. You should be ashamed in the same way you would be ashamed if you owned a car but could only push it around the place because you never learnt how to drive.
I don’t think I’m ever going to have a manila folder filing system with dynamo labels, but my ‘to do’ lists are never going to be quite the same again either. I have one beside me now that I wrote last week – it has items on it like: 3. Vietnam Paper, 5 Ambitions and International Student Paper, 10 Jen W. check in – how’s she going? Only the last one here is anything like an action I could actually do, or even know what the action is that I might need to do. I have to say, thinking of ‘to do’ as ‘things you can actually do’ is a damn useful thing to learn from any book.
A lot of the advice in this book is disturbingly obvious – disturbing because as obvious as it is, I’d never thought of it before. I really liked his ‘two-minute’ rule – essentially, you need to sort stuff into piles to process them and work out what needs to happen next with them, if you can do whatever that is in under two-minutes, do it now. This is his version of the ‘handle it once’ rule, which he, rightly enough, says can’t possibly work. You know that, because one of the things on everyone’s list is apparently ‘write a novel’ – and so you can’t possibly do that by ‘handling it once’. To really know if something will take under two minutes requires you to have thought about it properly and in the right way.
Which is his most important piece of advice, well, for me, anyway. Thinking about things in the right way is to decide what the next actual, literal action needs to be to move it forward. This can be anything from ‘file in the rubbish bin’, but what it can’t be is ‘plan to invade Poland’ or ‘marry Susan’. The reason why it can’t be either of these things, even if, ultimately, they are what you would like to do, is because there is no concrete action attached to either of those grand plans. The concrete task is whatever is the very next action you will need to take to move your overall plan one step closer to completion – in both of these cases that might well be ‘spend more time in bars in Munich’, for example.
I really like this idea – not of marrying Susan or invading Poland so much, but of not finishing with something before you have figured out the next concrete action needs to be, and probably also the when, where, how and who that are likely to go along with that action. I mean, like I said, it’s bloody obvious once you are told, but the obvious is far too often a bit like that, only any good in retrospect, when it is too late.
The other really nice thing I liked about this method was that it took into account the fact that we don’t work at 10/10 for all of 24-7. There are times when we are only able to function at a solid 3/10, and other times when we are topping 7/10 in spurts and starts. And since that is the case, being able to have what another book might call a store of ‘mindless shit’ to be getting on with when you are not in what Wodehouse would call ‘mid-season form’ is well worth thinking about. In that sense, this book is a kind of mindfulness for the anally retentive.
And therein lies the problem for me, of course. I don’t see myself as anally retentive and the shift in self-image that would be necessary to go from what I am now to what I would need to become would require a kind of psychological funeral along the way. I’m not proud to admit of any of this, but self-awareness comes with age, I guess. All the same, I am going to try to do some of the things mentioned in this book – a lot of it is clearly worthwhile – but even as I type this a phase involving ‘old dogs and new tricks’ is echoing about the place.
Oh, except, the other thing – he does say something that did make me think, ‘Oh, yeah, too bloody right!’ and that was that if you are about my age (or any age, really) and you can’t touch type then you should receive a slap across the back of the head every time someone sees you ‘hunting and pecking’. Keyboards aren’t going away anytime soon. If you are going to use technology in a way that allows you to sit and think and effectively hear and see what you are thinking as you type, wondering where the bloody D key is really isn’t allowing you to make the best use of that technology. You can learn to touch type in a couple of weeks – just do it, what the hell? Not being able to type isn’t something you should be proud of. You should be ashamed in the same way you would be ashamed if you owned a car but could only push it around the place because you never learnt how to drive.
I don’t think I’m ever going to have a manila folder filing system with dynamo labels, but my ‘to do’ lists are never going to be quite the same again either. I have one beside me now that I wrote last week – it has items on it like: 3. Vietnam Paper, 5 Ambitions and International Student Paper, 10 Jen W. check in – how’s she going? Only the last one here is anything like an action I could actually do, or even know what the action is that I might need to do. I have to say, thinking of ‘to do’ as ‘things you can actually do’ is a damn useful thing to learn from any book.