I am a procrastinator. Yes, I know I shouldn’t, and I will probably go blind, but I will blithely put off what I could do today for … next month sometime.
And given that a question was asked at the end of the last post … I’m sure I will get to eventually.
This is very annoying, but it is entirely my fault. With my Buddhist head on, it is part of my monkey mind, the chattering, distracted bit that stops me from being the best writer (or anything) I could be.
And yet, like dogs on a leash, I also find that fighting this natural urge to be distracted makes its own problems. So sometimes I let the dogs run a bit, so they behave when I want them to.
See, I have a novel to write, in draft at the very least. Because I need the first ten thousand words – rewritten to a high polish – for May. Buuuut, I have to finish the damn thing once, before I even start a rewrite!
This headcrash worth of work fills me with dread, but I will start it soon.
Still haven’t finished the novel … but I will get to that soon!