To Write, Or Not To Write…

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I thought it was just me, but no, most writers procrastinate.

It’s not only common, it’s expected.

Professional authors, as opposed to amateurs with access to a laptop—uh, that would be me—have coping mechanisms. Things likes deadlines, agents, and editors who aren’t their relatives. People who smack them upside the head and say, “Get to work.”

My coping mechanisms are Netflix, computer games, and online shopping. Oh, and reading. Reading other people’s books, people who write better than I ever will.

Ah, you noticed that, did you? Fine, I don’t have coping mechanisms. I have a carefully curated selection of aiding and abetting mechanisms.

Full disclosure? Procrastination and I have always been embarrassingly intimate. Avoidance is pretty much part of my DNA, and definitely part of my writing style. Sometimes though, the why and when of it surprise me.

Olympic marathons of procrastination before I type the first word of a new book, mini-sprints at the start of each new chapter, these I understand. Comes with the territory when you don’t draft outlines. When you have no map to follow, and each chapter is a leap into the unknown.

Yesterday however, I hit a new level of avoidance. Two paragraphs into a new chapter, the trail emerged, breadcrumbs spreading out before me, and knew where I wanted to go—and I hit save. Walked away from my desk.

What? Why?

Procrastinating because an empty white page is daunting, that I understand. But procrastinating when the way forward lights up in front of you?

That’s a new low, even for me.

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Monday

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As anyone who has ever dieted knows, Monday’s the day.

The day you kick a lifetime of bad habits out the door, and usher in the new and improved you.

The day you pop out of bed, hit the treadmill and the shower, and get it together…all of it, everything on that DIY improvement list in your head.

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The only problem with Monday is, there’s always another one coming along 🙂

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Can’t Blame Netflix

I have a wee, tiny bit of a problem with self-discipline.
or…
I have an extraordinary talent for procrastination.

Anyway you say it, and FYI I’m going with door #2 here, I’m not as productive as I should be.

How does Nike put it? Just Do It! Great slogan, but… um… how?

I read a little nugget of wisdom that went, “If you want to reach your goals, get out of bed.” Woah. Perfect, right? Clear, simple, practical…excellent wake up call. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

I set my alarm. The getting up, exercise, shower and dress part went pretty well. Somehow though, between the breakfast table and my laptop I ended up watching Netflix. — Fail.

I found a second pearl of wisdom that was particularly clever. “Stop watching TV.” Right, simple. No problem.

I moved my laptop upstairs to the guest bedroom, closed the door. Quiet, private, no TV, no distractions … uh, yeah, about that …

The bedroom has a window … and the sun was shining … and my phone was right there.

Distracted 2

And since I was snapping pictures anyway …

Distracted 5 (2)

Yeah. — Fail.

Easily distracted, there’s a cure for that, right?  🙂

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