Procrasinate

It’s Thursday today. I’ve been off work for an entire week, using up my annual leave and sitting with my little monkey during the Easter break. I’d had grand plans seven days ago; I was going to paint the hall, and maybe the downstairs toilet, do a bit of de-cluttering. I was going to clear five stars on all songs on Easy on Guitar Hero and work towards the same on Medium. I was going to clean the livingroom carpet - it’s FILTHY - and clear my wardrobes, and work through my web design client waiting list. And I was going to clear at least 5000 words and drag myself out of his rut.

HA!

I’ve been shockingly poor on all pledges, but particularly with the final one. When I’m in work I daydream about having expanses of time to which to devote to writing, and then when I have time, I squander it. I’ve written . . . what, a hundred words maybe? One-fifty? One-fifty looks nothing like five thousand, not even if you squint your eyes a bit. I’ve been shit.

I’ve been thinking about it; I guess that’s something. Mulling over ideas and scenes. But as this blog is full of my protestations that I’m THINKING even if I’m not DOING . . . well, we all know that that’s not really good enough. I’ve firmed up the weaker parts of the structure, and demistified some of the foggier areas of the story where I hadn’t quite decided how to move the plot onwards but . . . I suck ass. :\

Posted on 3rd April, 2008 at 10:44 am |

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