Sticking It to Sloth
|No creature personifies “Sloth” quite as well as a comfy cat.
(Photo courtesy of morguefile.com)
Laziness is a synonym for Sloth. I read that, traditionally, it is the last of the Seven Deadly Sins (though Dante’s Inferno puts it at #4). I’m going with the traditional ranking of last, because this makes it a better character flaw than, say, Pride, the big numero uno (even Dante agrees Pride is the biggie). The other five are Avarice, Greed/Envy, Wrath/Anger, Lust, and Gluttony.
I don’t set out to be Lazy. In fact, I’m busy as an ant colony drone. And that’s the problem. Busy takes up oodles of time and when I’m busy I’m not writing. And when I sit down to write, well . . . lately, I’m not.
Writing should mean turning the bones of a story into a full-fleshed body, and spending time with characters that alternately thrill and drive me insane. It should be reading and editing and re-writing and editing some more. But lately, writing has come to mean blogging, reading the news, and Googling ooh-gobs of stuff that has nothing to do with writing at all, like whatever happened to the kid who played Webster and why is the spectacular Suits a summer filler and not a regular show?
See what I mean? Unproductive. Lazy. Slothful.
I should be writing. I want to write. When not writing I think about it and things pertaining to it. So when I have the chance, why don’t I? Well, because no matter how much I love writing, it is hard work. Harder than reading other blogs and leaving comments. Harder than Googling Criminal Minds for spoilers and checking e-mail.
One of the awful things about Laziness is that it breeds more Laziness, until that ooky stuff oozes all over the keyboard, being absorbed into my fingers where it seeps into my veins and finally takes up residence in my brain, like an alien virus. The longer I sit at my laptop doing the easy things, the less time and inclination I have to perfect the character’s voice in chapter six, and the more I look like the above pictured cat.
So . . . I’m taking a stand against Lazy. I will not succumb to Sloth. I’ve promised myself that my writing—real writing—will get quality time every day. Because I refuse to be just an ant colony drone in my own life. I want to be Queen.
Oops. That sounds a smidge like Pride, doesn’t it? Ah, well, buttercup. One step at a time.
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