I was originally going to say that someone needs to yell at me, but I really don’t like being yelled at, so let’s stick to the stern talking to.
Why am I inviting this upon myself?
I’m procrastinating…again. Unoriginal I know.
(I’m not sure this .gif really fits, but I love me a little Batch)
All signs are currently pointing to a productive work day. My darling husband is wrangling the kids. The entire day is free of appointments. My eyebrows are neatly plucked. In fact, the only tasks left to me include foraging through my refrigerator for a nice bit of cheese and checking and re-checking the internet to see if anybody loves me today. (Spoiler alert: nobody does…yet.Maybe I should go refresh some pages.) So with all this spare time, you would think I would be writing up a storm. But therein lies the rub. If you are as intimately acquainted with the dark arts of putting things off as I am, you know that only makes things worse.
That being said, the terrifying yawn of time available to me is not the real source of the problem. You know what is?
I’m almost done a manuscript.
That’s right. There’s just a little more to go. But that little bit…well, it just seems horrifying, doesn’t it?
Hence the talking to. I know I’m going to get it done. I won’t procrastinate forever. I might, in fact, even enjoy getting it done…someday…and I know I’ll LOVE it when it is done. Then I can start showing it off to people with the near delusional pride of a parent toting a newborn.
All this is true. I know it’s true. And yet when I sit down to write, this happens:
Okay, so who’s up for the challenge? Who would like to let me have it (probably because he/she/your choice are procrastinating themselves?) Come on! There’s a little comment box just below.
Oh dear, did I just invite the internet to yell – scratch that – give me a stern talking to? Maybe I should change my request to “What do you do when you’re procrastinating?” Nah. I like living on the edge.
Side note: I promise my next post will not be on procrastination. I think it will be on something I love, like Stephen King (unoriginal, I know), purple prose and/or pulp, but I got to finish this damn manuscript first!