I've been meaning for some time to write a blog about procrastination. But, well, somehow I never seem to get around to it.
All those self-help and true confession sorts of books out there, and no one has published their memoir of chronic avoidance. Millions of people have had their lives seriously disrupted by their inability to "just do it" and yet none have told all in a steamy confession. (Well, duh. Just wait, though. Eventually all those "somedays" will come together in a single catastrophic day of accomplishment and the world will end.)
In all seriousness, I do spend a lot of time considering my tendency to procrastination. Making lists is one manifestation. If I make a list, I'm doing something. If I put the undesirable task on the list, I've made a start, right? Some part of my mind does work that way. Even worse, once I've written down the task, some part of what I call my brain actually believes that I have done the job. So then I'm free to forget about it and go back to doing things that a) can be done while listening to recorded books and b) don't make me break into a sweat at the mere thought of them.
Until I wake up at 2 a.m. At that useless hour, every undone task and unfinished MS (none of mine are about procrastination, because I haven't gotten to that one yet) comes back to haunt me.
There is, of course, a simple solution to this problem. I'm smart enough to see it.
Outlaw 2 a.m.