Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Can you tell I'm procrastinating?
Last weekend I decided I was going to earnestly sit down and try to write. In this case, blogging didn't count. Too bad, because that is somehow so easy.
I mean I wanted to write a book. All my life I have felt there is a writer and an unwritten book lurking around in me somewhere. I just needed to find a way to extract them.
The perfect opportunity came last year, when I hurt my back, and was on disability for several months.
Tired of watching TV and reading (I know I never thought the day would come either), I decided to write. I did pretty good too. For me that is. I probably only wrote about 30 pages. But those were 30 pages I didn't have before. Now I had something to work with.
Considering I was on disability for almost a year, and unable to do anything remotely physical, It would not be unreasonable to think that I may have finished that book.
Unfortunately this would be wrong.
I never got past those 30 pages. Oh sure, I thought about it. Plenty of times. But every time I had a chance to type up a few pages, I blew it off to do something more pressing, such as laundry, washing the dishes, feed the cats etc.
Somehow all those boring old household chores needed to be done. Like now. Eventually too much time went by and I lost interest.
Until last week.
I had the urge again, and it was strong.
I decided to dedicate my four day weekend to writing. (Yes I really do get four days off every week. It's pretty cool, and I know I'm lucky, but that doesn't stop me from complaining all 3 days that I do work).
So last Wednesday, I woke up ambitious and ready to go. I had four empty days ahead of me. It was perfect. I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, clicked open a brand new word document, and set to work.
Four days later, I still had a blank word document. Not sure what happened exactly, except I may, possibly have spent too much time reading scandalous comments bashing Ambercrombie and Finch, reading blogs, emailing, eating, updating Facebook, searching for long lost friends, eating, sleeping, emailing, reading blogs....
Now it's the weekend again, and I told myself I would seriously write this time. Starting today. In fact I'm supposed to be in my room at my desk right now. Writing. Seriously.
Instead I find that I'm emailing, reading blogs, eating, updating Face Book, and blogging once again. Ok that's it. I'm finished now. I will go sit at my desk right now, and write.
Right after this nap...