It is now 7:47 P.M. on a Friday. I begin work at Universal Studios for the Grinchmas 2010 season beginning Monday, meaning I will be a permanent slave until January with little to no time to write. The few days I'll have off most likely will be spent either A.) Sleeping B.) Recuperating by declaring a movie and pajama day C.) Slushing through hours and hours worth of hum drum novel submissions and queries or D.) fulfilling my loving but needy family's every wish because I don't have the guts or the brains to ask for one day of solitude.
My friend, Brian, as sweet and charming as he is, has offered me the comfort of his home, claiming that I could sit and write for hours without interruption. This would be swell if it weren't for the charm I previously mentioned, meaning that even if I were to have peace and quiet, more...handsome thoughts with a great smile and winning personality would be on my mind.
So why, at now what the clock reads to be 7:56 P.M. am I not plugging away at the novel I have been working on for over a year now and/or slogging away at the two short stories that are to be submitted by January the 1st? The same reason as every night, I'm afraid. Procrastination.
I ask you, is it near impossible for a woman with a poor attention span to pursue such a career? Why is it that I have such passion about what I'm writing when the thoughts are buzzing around in my brain, but when it comes time to sit before a keyboard, my time is spent surfing the net instead?
I'm starting to think there's no way to win. It's now 8:02 P.M....and my page is still blank. Peachy.
If anyone's reading this, Do you have any weaknesses that lead to procrastination? Any fixes? S.O.S major!