I have mentioned in a previous post I struggle to concentrate on work when I’m anywhere but the library. As a result the holidays pose a bit of problem for me. Some of my friends combat their inability to work at home by simply remaining in Leicester and spending five weeks in self-imposed isolation with only good old David Wilson (Mr Library) for a friend. Undoubtedly these martyrs will do some excellently focused revision but couldn’t bear it. For a start, I love being at home – it dramatically improves my standard of living: crockery is always properly clean, you can actually chose the temperature of the shower, meals involve more than three ingredients and the hoover works so I don’t have to sweep the carpet with a dustpan and brush. And I like seeing my family and home friends. I’m also fairly certain that five weeks alone in the library would crush my soul.
So I choose to attempt revision and essay writing at home. However, at home, all I want to do is lounge around and read trashy novels, not complicated Critical Theory. In fact, that’s precisely the sum of my mornings work today. However, I still have hope for this afternoon’s productivity. I think I might create my own silent zone in my dining room and forbid anyone from entering. I’m also going to try allocating myself 10 minute breaks every hour so that I have something to look forward to. I’ll let you know if I improve.