The Fine Art of Procrastination

I have recently come to the conclusion that procrastination is not a nasty habit, but rather an art form carefully developed and cultivated over time.  Although some people are born with a natural affinity for putting things off, it takes real time and dedication to shape yourself into a full-blown procrastinator.  And truly, it takes a lot of creative energy to convince yourself that you’re being productive while simultaneously doing absolutely nothing of consequence.

Just a few examples of the excuses I myself have come up with to fool my brain (and my conscious) into believing I’m doing something useful:

1.) Sitting on the couch, watching mindless television with my husband = “quality time together”

2.) Rearranging the widgets on my iGoogle page = “organizing so I can find the things I need faster and save time”

3.) Mindlessly flipping back and forth between Myspace and Facebook, waiting for someone to show up and do something = “spending quality time with friends and family”

4.) Watching hours of the Food Network = “enhancing my culinary skills so that ‘someday’ I can host a grand dinner party and wow my friends”

5.) Blogging = “Networking”

You see?  If you have a lot of things to do, lack the inclination to actually do them, and harbor just a hint of imagination, you too can become a master in the art of procrastination.  Enjoy!


And So It Begins… (again…)

And so begins my journey into the intimidating world of blogging… yet again… I have attempted to start blogs on many sites, for many different reasons.  To make friends, to talk about my life, to talk about other people’s lives, because I read somewhere that blogging will promote my writing.  But I have so much to do and so little time to do it in.  Blogging is almost the last thing on my list. 

I have social websites, a mail-in writing class, a novel in desperate need of revision and at least three more in the works, not to mention my myriad of short stories and my devoted fans on (see link to your right) who are clamoring for me to update my “Lord of the Rings” alternate reality story as soon as humanly possible.  Not only that, but my creative juices have also overflowed into another medium, YouTube (channel coming soon in Links) where I delve into shaping videos inspired by some of my favorite songs and movies.

Oh, and I have a life outside of the internet.  Let’s not forget my husband, my full-time job, the few friends I’ve made that aren’t just virtual handles on a screen, my mother, my brother (an excited college student going into his second year), and the few little T.V. shows I keep up with, like “Heroes” and “House, M.D.” and let’s not forget my newest addition, SciFi’s “Warehouse 13”.  Not to mention, I’m overweight and really should start a workout routine before I drop dead of a heart attack at the age of thirty.

 Between all of this and my few other hobbies I’ve developed, like my musical endeavors (mostly singing, clarinet, piano and a violin that I have picked up like twice), cooking, and my desire to learn Spanish and French (at least!), it’s no wonder that blogging falls by the wayside.  I have what I believe to be an interesting take on the world, I don’t lose the blogging bug for lack of an opinion, I assure you.  I consistently see the glass as half-full of sunshine and rainbows, and the other half is plagued by idiots.  But with everything else going on in my life, how am I supposed to add a blog to the goulash? 

In every writing magazine I read they sing the praises of promoting your work and your life through blogging.  You should really make this a priority, they say.  Really?  Maybe I’m the only writer with an already overflowing life who’s just trying to find time to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.  Perhaps I’m an anomaly in a strange and wonderful writing world where everyone has plenty of time to do whatever they want and still pen that bestseller and blog to everyone in the world about how grand the life of a writer is.  Maybe I’m the only one with other interests.  Or a job.  Or a family.  Or friends even.

I’m not saying that blogging isn’t helpful.  It probably is.  I wouldn’t be doing it right now if I didn’t believe there wasn’t some merit to the thing.  I’m just trying to give you an idea of the kind of blogger I am, the erratic kind.  I will blog when I feel like it.  It may not always be about my writing, it may not always be about my life, it may not always be this long, but I’m willing to give this blogging thing another try.  I hope you’ll join me on the journey.  Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get something done while I’m at it ;-).