Procrastination: a dirty word
I have to admit it: I’m guilty of procrastinating. In fact, I’m doing it right this minute. I should be writing. I have several projects on the go; one full-length and two shorts, plus ideas for more, and instead I went shopping for NYE booze, cleaned my apartment (well, part of it), tidied my email inbox, and started writing this post. And after this, I’m sure I’ll find something else to do. Maybe a manicure.
I want to work on one of my shorts. I really do. It’s the one that I lost 2.5k words of in the horrific hard drive disaster of last week. I really liked those words, and I’m hoping to get them back. In the meantime, I’m hesitant to do any more work on the story. How lame is that for an excuse.
Okay, no more procrastinating! I have a goal: Write a minimum of 2.5k on any of my works in progress by NYE or NO DESSERT! That’s an easy goal. I can do it.
Hmm, my nails really are in bad condition…