I have today gifted myself the title of ‘Supreme Procrastinator Extraordinaire’. It’s a heady achievement (even if I do say so myself) and one I have been working towards for quite some time. I think it’s a title I fully deserve. I’ve earned it.
As you may recall, back (way, way back) in April I decided I was going to take a bit of a break from writing this blog. I needed a little rest to recharge my batteries. ‘It’s all good,’ I told myself. ‘I’ll take a month off and I’ll write a bit and I’ll sketch a bit and—who knows?—maybe I’ll even manage to get ahead of myself! I’ll make a plan and do some research and get some stories written and some sketches sketched and I’ll make my own little treasure trove that I can delve into whenever I am caught short (for want of a better phrase). That way I won’t be constantly running around at the last minute, glassy-eyed and desperate, babbling to myself that I have nothing to offer when ‘OMG! It’s time to upload my next post . . . ‘
‘Man plans—God laughs.’ Isn’t that how the saying goes?
April quickly became May . . . and, although I was very well aware I hadn’t actually written anything, I could console myself with the fact that I was still actively mulling over several ideas. (Can one ‘actively’ mull, I wonder?)
Anyway, quite unexpectedly (as I’m sure it’s never happened before) May rapidly became June. I admit I got majorly sidetracked here (Nordic Noir is seriously addictive) and then, all of a sudden it was July and things got really frantic at work and I found I had no headspace for anything else (at least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) and then . . . well, here we are . . . it’s August—and late August at that—and I am finally forced to take stock.
So how did my little blog hiatus work for me? Am I fully rested, restored and my batteries now fully recharged? Ask me again when I am finally rid of this nasty cough I recently picked up.
Do I have that nice little treasure trove of literary and artistic goodies I so carefully planned for and promised myself? Not so as you would notice.
Do I at least have a list of ideas for posts and sketches for the coming months ahead? Well, not a ‘list’ as such—possibly a couple of crumpled and torn post-it notes silently gathering dust in odd places around the house.
Have I written anything at all over the last 4 months. A draft? A paragraph? A line? Ummmmmm . . . Sigh.
Okay, that’s it. I surrender. I concede. I admit defeat. As much as it vexes me to admit it, I obviously need a deadline . . . any deadline . . . in order to get anything (creatively at least) done in my life.
So consider this fair warning! I am turning over a new leaf—starting today! You will be pleased to hear (I hope!) that as of right now I am head-down-bum-up-neck-deep in the throes of researching and investigating the very best way to set myself an air-tight, water-tight, every-other-kind-of-tight, no-wiggle-room, cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die deadline for my very next post!
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 