This is what happens when one loves too many things…has too many interests…follows the rules that there are only so many hours in a day…and, oh yeah, goes through existential crisis! (Not going to talk about that just yet. Know that all guilty parties will one day be the inspiration for evil characters who end up in the shitter. And the gutter. Heh heh.) In other words, my blog AND my writing suffer.
However, I am back on that horse. Writing. Blogging. Tweeting. Focusing! Of course, that might go out the window again when my day world catches up to me soon. But I have a new project that is capturing my interest….
Procrastination and the writer. Why do these things go hand-in-hand at times? I can only imagine (mm, lovely imaginings!) that being WILDLY successful would make one adhere to deadlines that much more strictly. That’s been my personal experience, at least. Not the wild success. Darn. No, the feeling obligated by responsibilities and deadlines of one sort or another. When someone else relies upon me, I do those deadlines, lickety split. Oh, indeed. (There’s usually a paycheck attached too, of course.)
But if it’s just for me? Lil’ ole me? Eh. Toss her and her ideas on the scrap heap and come back later!
I am making a new year’s intention here. I am honoring myself and my deadlines! Personal deadlines, but there you have it. I’m 40 (that still feels soooo weird to say. I don’t feel 40. What the hell is 40, anyway?), and who knows how long I’ve got left? (Well, according to that palm reader on Venice Beach about 15 years ago, I’ll live “well into my 80s.” We’ll see. I’ll keep you posted on that one.)
Now. Time to write!