Getting to it
If someone would have to describe me the one word that would
probably NOT be used is PROCRASTINATOR.
At least it wasn’t. A
few months ago I admitted to have quite the case of both ennui and writer’s
block. While I did manage to more than amply
write up stories that had a due date attached to them-I still have done nothing
in the way of getting those profiles done.
That’s not true. I
did do something about them. I went from
having 3 to write up to having 5.
There must be something in the air. Maybe I can blame pain management? Could be
that even though the interviews have gone well and the people have been lovely,
I’m tired to doing profiles? I haven’t
done a “real” feature on something “meaty” in a long while. Could be just the ticket to get me moving in
an upward direction again.
Today is the first day of Steve’s new summer schedule and he
closes. This means since there’s nothing
on TV but re-runs and he won’t be home until after 9 tonight, this might be the
day I chain myself right here to the computer table and at least get something
of that pile accomplished.
Unless Lucky has to potty or the phone rings, then what’s a
pet mommy supposed to do? I can’t in all
good conscience let my 5-1/2 pound baby go out in the yard by herself!
Adam suggested a laptop.
I don’t like laptops.
The few times I’ve tried to work on Steve’s (I tried for 3 weeks back in
CA when I had to work from a Residence Inn during the “great flood repair” in
2010) and it was a disaster. Every time
I’d really get into writing something the stupid keyboard would jump all over
the place and I had no idea until I’d go back to re-read what I’d written and
NOTHING made sense!
As I’m getting older I’m deciding it’s not really all that
bad to become more laid back. My motto
has become: It is what it is
What it appears “it” is in this case is a writer who doesn’t
seem to care anymore about writing.
While in one way I want to cry about this lack of
motivation-I’m also hoping that just like the idea of doing what I love went
away by waking up one morning, it will return with a new found gusto the same
Whatever, it is what it is…