Jack McNamara
Bio
I feel that I'm just hitting my middle-aged stride.
Very late developer in coding (pun intended).
Been writing for decades, mostly fiction, now starting with non-fiction.
Stories (26)
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Reclaiming Your Gaming
There was a time for you when games were far more than just entertainment. Far more than wastes of time. You can clearly remember the rush of discovering the world of Rapture for the first time. The satisfaction of a perfectly executed stealth sequence in Metal Gear Solid. The way Final Fantasy could make you care deeply about pixelated characters and their impossible quests.
By Jack McNamara6 months ago in Gamers
Make Peace With Your To-Do List Before It's Too Late
There's a moment of reckoning that comes to every ambitious soul clutching a To-Do list a mile long. My moment arrived on a Tuesday afternoon when I found myself staring at "reorganize food cupboards" sitting beneath "learn French" and "research how agriculture started in Mesoamerica" (don't ask).
By Jack McNamara6 months ago in Lifehack
The Productivity Paradox - Why Trying To Do More Achieves Less
You're busier than ever. Your calendar looks like a game of Tetris gone wrong. Your to-do list has spawned its own to-do list. You're crushing tasks left and right. Yet all you're really doing is running in place on a treadmill that's slowly speeding up.
By Jack McNamara7 months ago in Lifehack
How To Stop Procrastinating By Changing 1 Mental Habit
For years my To-Do lists grew dramatically longer - while my sense of accomplishment shrank just as dramatically. The familiar scenario was this: me just sitting at my desk with the cursor blinking in an empty document, promising myself just "five more minutes" before starting.
By Jack McNamara7 months ago in Lifehack
The Night Is Mine
I was about 13 when my parents stopped telling me what time to go to bed. They started letting me decide. That was a moment of liberation. Until that point, bedtime had always been a torment of laying wide-awake for what seemed hours. Vigilant parents had always pounced on any sight or sound of activity.
By Jack McNamara7 months ago in Lifehack
Nobody Cares About Your Art
ur gallery opening (if you even get that far) has five attendees. Your latest song has three plays on Spotify, all of them by yourself. Your self-published poetry collection sits in a stack of twenty copies in your bedroom, untouched by any hand except yours.
By Jack McNamara7 months ago in Art
