“The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences.” - Eleanor Roosevelt

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Professional Procrastinator At Work

I’m still deep in the cavernous trenches of editing, fighting hard to win this battle of words. 

Psht!  Who am I kidding? 

This is my day: 
*  Reads email but swears not to open any social media
    -  Sticks to guns
Opens book to start editing
   -  Reads notes & last pages to get back into groove
*  Checks facts & researches internet sites, click, click, click...
    -  Somehow ends up on Twitter
    -  Checks mouse to see if it's possessed.  Damn! 
An hour later, I swear I’m not doing that again, but now I’m hungry
    -  I rationalize - nourished body = stimulated brain.
Opens book again, reads the last page I edited again
*  Argues with cat
*  Answers phone
Ooh! Email alert!  Facebook is telling me it's my turn in Scrabble.  I feel it’s my duty, as an Aunt, to kick my neices asses regularly and show them who’s the Scrabble Queen in the family.
    -  Plays Scrabble for 20 minutes – 10 mins playing & 10 mins giggling because I’m imagining their eyes when they see my 50 point word.
    -  But THAT’S IT!  I really really swear this time.  I’m getting back to work.
And that’s when the kids walk through the door from school.

Must. Stop. Procrastinating.

Must Gain Control. Buck Up. Sit Down. And Write!