I’d Rather Be Doing Laundry

Doing laundry here would be easier that writing a novel.  Image courtesy of morguefile.com
Doing laundry here would be easier that writing a novel.
Image courtesy of morguefile.com

I should be working on book three in my Gabriel Hunter series right now. Yes, right this second, but instead I’m procrastinating. Writing a blog entry shouldn’t seem like procrastinating and please don’t take it personally, I love hanging out with you, but I’m really try to avoid the hard work that waits for me like a burglar in the bushes. Yes, I just compared writing novels to being robbed. Well, really, the comparison should be me having to fight off the burglar because trying to get words onto paper is just about as painful as having to punch someone in the nose. Ask any of my writer friends. They’ll attest to this.

I don’t like to think of myself as a procrastinator. I’m typically very organized. I make lots of lists and cross off each task as I complete it. Crossing off lists gives me some kind of weird pleasure. Don’t judge, you have weird pleasures too. I’m sure of it. I watch television. I see what goes on in the world.

Why do we put off the very thing we don’t want to do when after we finally finish the task that’s been hanging over our heads we breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s done. Thank God.” Instead of pulling up my word document and digging deep, I’m here. It’s the digging deep part. I don’t think I’m in the mood to get messy.

Even now I’m fighting the urge to leave my desk, walk downstairs, and make my third cup of tea. The real thing stopping me? The puppy. If he hears me, he’s bound to bark and say, he lady, I need to use the bathroom. I don’t have time for bathroom breaks. I’m busy procrastinating. And let me tell you what, when I finally do get rolling with my work in progress, that will be the time the poor puppy has to pee and I’ll get mad I wasted so much time when I could have been writing. See the viscous circle? Good. Now explain it to me.

I could force myself to write. Or I could do a load of laundry. That’s always fun. Frasier is on Netflix. I’m sure there are one or two episodes I haven’t seen yet. But none of those activities are going to get my novel completed, are they? So, why procrastinate? Why not type until the end?

Have you ever written a novel? All the way through? Don’t try it alone. That’s all I’m saying.

Writing a novel is akin to spending time in Kata-Tartaroo. The sun never shines, the forest moves of its own accord, scary Demon Owls will eat you whole if you try and leave. Yeah, that’s a little like writing a novel. Now I know why I procrastinate.

How do you handle procrastination? I’d love to hear your ideas. Do you persevere anyway? Do you put it off until tomorrow? Are you a list maker? Do you hide inside your laundry basket? Please share. Or wait and tell us later.

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6 thoughts on “I’d Rather Be Doing Laundry

  1. Oh, my dear writer/blogger friend, I so feel your deal. Lately, I’ve procrastinated by cleaning basements, one section at a time–yes, my “big desk” down there awaits a mega overhaul, including a huge purge of papers.

    Let’s see, I started the redo of the stairs to that basement yesterday. Three done–minus the metal threshold–six more and one landing to go. I’m doing a make-it-up-as-I-go vinyl flooring plank job. Won’t let hubby help either. This is MY baby. Off to Lowes for floor supplies and Office Depot next door after this for sons’ school stuff.

    We already did laundry. Hmmm.

    Facebook, set up my binder for school–shall I continue?

    Oh yes! Watched two semifinal tennis matches while I cleaned and cooked, and started off the day with two hours on the court myself.

    I’m sure I’ll have more later. 😉

    1. You have been busy! The Noodges kept me busy through the summer right up to the last minute with clothes shopping for Noodge 2. She had an agenda as most 12 year-old girls do. I had to drag Noodge 1 out to the sneaker store to buy him a new pair because his old ones were gross. He could care less what he wears. Boys – so different than girls. Now that school has begun I have to stop using my excuses to avoid finishing my novel. Let’s see how today goes!

      1. Funny. Older Son is BIG on what he wears, how his hair looks, wants only the best of this or that…

        Younger Son wants his b-ball shorts, tees (each with some kind of logo–mostly NYGiants or Nike) and sneakers. He drags me to the mall, lol.

        So how did today go?

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