It’s now 11pm on Wednesday night. Tomorrow morning, at 10am, I will be presenting my Project Plan to execute $6M worth of custom software development over the next 36 months.

That Project Plan doesn’t really exist yet.

It’s been a busy week. LAST night, at 11pm (roughly), I filed a Notice Of Intent, to bid on a DIFFERENT multi-million dollar, multi-year contract. Oh, yesterday was also my oldest daughter’s 6-year-old birthday.

There’s a point, in here, somewhere. We’ll wind our way towards it.

Technically, these days I’m an “Information Worker”. What I think that means, is that I get paid for thinking about things. At least, that’s how I choose to interpret it. My clients probably prefer to think I get paid for the OUTPUT of my thinking – but I’m all too keenly aware of how directly the quality of my output, is related to the quality of my thinking.

I drink a lot of coffee most days. It brings a certain crisp, painful clarity to my thoughts – great for coding, decent for hacking up a schedule, horrible for writing proposals.

Some days I drink beer, partly to fuzz those crisp, certain edges – partly to counteract the effects of the coffee. When I write strategy or policy, I usually combine the two. It produces documents with a certain bizarre, compelling lucidity – and leaves me useless afterwards.

Information workers, such as we are, can be noted for their ability to force their thoughts to follow a linear progression – to march through the gates of logic, as it were. This is, after all, what software is about – making rigidly explicit the implicit desires of the user.

And yet athletes often talk about being “In the Zone” – where every motion seems effortless, and the outcome so certain as to be written in time. Is there a place for such sentiments in the realm of informatica?

I like to think so.

And this belief is what leads me to my daily routine:

1. I never start (or finish) at the same time.
2. I rarely work in the same place. Anywhere with coffee and Wifi is a candidate – on writing days, the WiFi is optional.
3. My roles, while sweeping, are ill-defined – and I prefer it that way. When I’m in the mood to write, I write. When I’m in the mood to code, I code. If the phone calls, I dial it.

Such freedom comes at a price, however – the day I fail to meet a deadline, is the day my freedom ends. (NASA, after all, can only overlook my eccentricities while I’m impeccable). So occasionally, I push. But I don’t push the doing – I push the feeling. If I need to write, I’ll push at feeling a writing mood. If I need to code, I’ll push at feeling the thrill of execution and interpretation.

What about you? Do you believe in multitasking? Do you drink the Kool-Aid, that the A.D.D. we suffered with as children, was actually the early manifestations of a better, more intuitive and transcendent way of thinking?

Or really, are we truly the over-indulged, lazy and self-centered Generation-Me that “Suits” would have us think?