Schedules are wonderful things. They give me the time to do everything that I want to do. They politely inform me of the exact consequences — major or trivial — of goofing off. With my schedules, I can make optimal use of my time.
Today is a great example. I didn’t really do much that I can brag about tonight, but thanks to my schedule, I did accomplish a lot of little jobs. I wrote a snippet for Quiet, I wrote the first page and a half of an article, I drew a few practice sketches, and I cleaned up my calligraphy equipment.
I’m working on an idea for a little comic strip, something I can draw once a week or so. The idea is for a group of researchers on a