“To what degree does procrastination affect your writing projects? Do you have any theories about WHY you procrastinate on certain projects… or at certain periods?”
Crown me; I am the queen of procrastination.
I even brought in a writing/writer’s’ psychologist as a guest to address this once.
I may be boring you to reiterate that I have no idea why in the world I procrastinate, because once I get patootie in chair, fingers to keyboard, I really get moving, and I have had more success getting submitted work published than not.
However, when something stops me, it is terribly hard for me to get back in gear.
Granted, I have some chronic health problems that simply leave me at times with no energy,and writing does involve at least some output of energy; I barely have energy at times to read, let alone be creative and write.
I write in my head, or more accurately speaking, I EDIT in my head and tie scenes together, but I keep telling myself, “OK, tomorrow, you get up, get done what needs to get done and then hit the (key) boards!”
Unfortunately, I find more that needs to get done.
So, lately I have started to say to myself, “It doesn’t matter about XYZ that ‘needs’ to get done, it can wait, you need to get these writing things done, redone or submitted. I mean it!”
And I heard myself this time, and listened to myself big time, because I realized that the sands are really going down the hourglass of my life.
I was all fired-up. I had great motivation. I knew which needed to be resubmitted, (I looked it over and realize that I had offered it to the wrong venue and had sent it to only one). I had quieted the other stories that kept intruding in my mind and slowing me down, confusing me was to which squeaky wheel was going to get the ink…
and then family wanted to visit; family that came 2,000 miles to see us…and they came with a toddler, so I had to really get the house ready.
I had forgotten how time-consuming a toddler is,
or what it’s like to have adults who like to stay up at night and sleep in,
or how much laundry that son can generate,
or how many towels and linens that guests use,
especially with a toddler, who necessitated my washing all of the sofa and chair covers, pillow shams, throws and blankets not only before, but as soon as they left,
just in time for the other son to move in temporarily with a teenage daughter,
and I had to really make extra room for those two, because they have all left things in my house.
Now, those people are not on vacation, nor do they need a rest.
They are self-sufficient, but they are now up when I get up early to (usually) have time for myself, the best time to write.
This is not real procrastination, it’s busy and honestly inconvenient for writing. As I write this, it’s only been a couple of days since they have arrived. The Son will be working, the Granddaughter will be going with a friend’s family to Florida,
I will be puppy-sitting a large Granddog who likes to chase cats, (I have three.)
Then again, the Grandtoddler ran around screaming “Kitty Cat!” at them for 10 days, so they may be used to it all. (“Yes, Ben, they know that they are kitty cats”, I said many ,many times.) The cats will only have a few day’s break in between the baby going and the dog coming, bless their furry little hearts, but he dog has yet to arrive.
I suspect that, since Ben and the D-in-Law are only 40 miles away visiting her mother, the cats have not seen or heard the last of The Toddler, which is just fine with Grandmom, (as he calls me.) Then my poor cats will have both to deal with dog and toddler together.
Teen Grandson also wants to come for a visit, which will overlap with his uncle and cousin being here and I will have to find room for him as well.
I love them all to no end, but,
when things settle down, I will fight procrastination with all the resolve I can muster. I may have to go back and reread Dennis Palumbo’s “Writing From the Inside Out” , (which I just mentioned again a few posts ago), to get myself back on track with a full head of steam.
(Why, no, I don’t use many metaphors in my writing, why do you ask?)
Wish me luck that I can find a rhythm no matter what. I can’t wait for a ‘no distraction’ scenario, when nothing needs to be done.
Is that even a real ‘thing’?
Not in my world.