The thing is I want to be a writer. There. I said it out loud. The problem with being a writer is that to be one, you have to write. Which brings me to procrastination.
My ability to procrastinate is in direct relationship to my desire for something. What I mean is, on a scale of 0-10, with picking up dog poop being a 0 and writing being a 10, I usually start around a 6 or a 5 activity and work my way down the scale. Sometimes I'm reaching into the 2s categories.
The things I have done to avoid blogging: dishes, laundry, vacuuming, bikini waxing, and working out. I spent a 1/2 hour googling F. Scott Fitzgerald and another 15 minutes considering whether that could be counted as research for writing. What I'm not saying is, that through blogging, I am avoiding writing my half-done novel.
Perhaps the logic behind all this procrastination is that in the undone act, possibility thrives. A masterpiece can still be born.
Or maybe that logic is just another tool in my procrastinator's bag of tricks. Enough contemplating for the day. I have a novel that needs written, just as soon as I get the fish tank cleaned.
Sending a little love to the Truckee High football team. The Wolverines are going for win #41 tonight! Go Wolverines!!
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