So, last time I boldly proclaimed that I would have 3 - yes 3! - stories written by month's end. And how many are done, finished, ready to go? A big fat zero. Sure, I've done some work on them all, but so little as to be almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Not good. Time, it seems, doesn't work as it once did.
I've always, always found that last minute is best. Ok, so maybe not in every aspect of life, but certainly when it comes to the written word.Yes, this does hark back somewhat to my last post, the procrastination factor being the dominant element in me actually getting to putting words down. However, I'd like to lay the blame on time as the partner in crime of procrastination. Last time I blamed the internet, but it can't be solely responsible for my lack of productivity. Time seems to be swallowed up by so many other things these days which comes with the territory in being a married father of (almost) two. Yet I can't blame that side of life - it's what keeps me going - but rather my own inability to judge time.
Two hours ago my brain was thinking, "Right, now we've got time to do some writing! This is it!". Yet reality then overcame me. Yes, I had the house to myself (the perfect time!), but I hadn't factored in having a bath, having breakfast, all those other things that need to be done. Time just gets swallowed! And now, I find myself back here once again. More putting off!
But no more! This here is where I make a stand! One story will be finished in the next 5 days - by Tuesday one will done. No more procrastinating! I'm going to get right to it...after that cup of tea....
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