We all have that moment where we’d rather be lazy and not do anything. Some people have it less and others have it so bad that you wonder if there is a permanent butt impression on the couch. Alas, I am of the latter.
Procrastination is thriving in my home. I’m finding myself ignoring the big stuff (dishes, exercise, etc.) and paying more attention to the mundane (reading). Even my writing has procrastination growing in it. Procrastination is like a fungus. If gone unchecked, your doctor starts thinking of amputation.
I don’t want to be amputated. I don’t want to live in a messy home or be a writer with only one publication. I want to be more and to do that, I have to do more. However, I find myself doing too much and getting stressed. Therein lies the rub.
There is a delicate balance between procrastination and active. I just need to learn to take my time and keep working, but not so much that I don’t rest. And while I’m trying to figure that out, I am going to just look at this awesome picture I found on Facebook. Even if it is historically inaccurate (which it very well may be), it makes me smile.
On a totally non-procrastination way, my writing is going better. I’m writing almost every day and I’ve finished a short story that is now in the editing process. It’s going to The First Line literary journal (the first place I’ve gotten published that wasn’t vanity or school related). Granted, I’ve done the easy part and soon the hard part will begin (if you think writing is hard, just imagine waiting for the ‘yea’ or ‘nay’ from the publisher).
You can find The First Line here: http://www.thefirstline.com/