Procrastination: Ever Have One of Those Days?
Happy day-before-Thanksgiving everyone!
Have you geared up for the holidays yet, or are you a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-britches kind of celebrant? I always have big plans to be organized and so “on top of things” that the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas will be spent sipping hot mulled wine with my feet on the ottoman while I yuk it up watching Jim Carrey in How The Grinch Stole Christmas.
(I know we haven’t seen turkey day yet, but it’s never too early for the Grinch!)
Do I ever achieve my goal of uber-organization? Yeah. *sigh* Not so much.
I haven’t figured out why the holidays always come upon me like an unexpected snowstorm—something for which I’m excited but totally unprepared. I mean, I’ve been around a while. Not exactly a spring chicken here. On January 1st of each year I know I have ten months to prepare for the next round. So why do I procrastinate?
I guess if I had the answer to that, I’d stop doing it.
The holidays aren’t the only thing for which I earn a gold star in procrastination. I procrastinate about my writing sometimes, as in, right this very second. Yes, Buttercup, yours truly is blogging when working on my novel was on the daily menu. I should be up to my eyeballs in book three of the “Fireflies” series, my current WIP, but instead I opted for other very important things.
First, I talked and petted Tabby, the cat, because she was chewing up the plastic liner on my document shredder. Clearly a scream for attention. Then the dogs trotted into the office for a visit, and it would have been rude to ignore them, so I cooed and smoochied them, shameless in my attempts to get their tails wagging. They are now spread out in a happy heap beside me. Even the hubster wandered upstairs to my office angling for equal time, and I could hardly shoo him away when I’d just spent half an hour of quality time with the fur-babies. Then hubby left me so I could get to work, and I thought, “Holy smoke! I haven’t done any work on the book yet. I should get right on that. I’ll just sit right here and focus and, oh, wait—BLOG!”
So here I am. The Queen of Procrastination City. And I apologize that you, dear in-the-Buffer, are on the receiving end of my wordy playtime. So if you’re still reading, THANK YOU!
Also, I think I could focus better if someone brought me a caramel macchiato and cheese doodles. And possibly some M&Ms. (Husband? Are you paying attention? Do you feel generous? Hellooo!)
Okay. Enough fooling around. *sigh* First the WIP, then some holiday planning, and by then it will be after six and I can say, “Screw the coffee. Bring me some wine!” Hahahaha.
I think you can tell, Buttercup, that it’s been one of those days.
Are you a procrastinator extraordinaire? If so, what’s the thing you procrastinate about the most? If you’re not a procrastinator, how do stay focused without—SQUIRREL!!
See you next week for more of the Naked Truth. Have a wonderful Wednesday, and a safe and happy Thanksgiving holiday!