Four months ago I printed an article titled, “Why Writers
Are the Worst Procrastinators.” I glanced
at it and thought it would make an interesting blog. Then I pushed it aside and eventually other
articles and papers got piled on top of it.
I just started five consecutive days off with anticipation
of good personal time with my wife, a few hobby projects and some volunteer
time. Today we made a brief shopping
trip then we enjoyed lunch out and an afternoon movie. When we arrived home I opened the mail, paid
a bill and stared at my cluttered desk.
I work best (or least I think I do) with a relatively clean
desk. At 4:30 p.m. I cleared my desk
contrary to the habits of many other writers.
This entailed throwing a few things out, neatly arrange my carry-around
items that end up each day on my desk, file a few important papers and look at
printed items of interest dumped on the right side of my desk. One task placed several of my pieces of flash
fiction into a notebook.
Then I saw two articles I intended to read and use for future
blog inspiration. I read the
procrastination article, decided it didn’t pertain to me and tossed it into the
garbage. Then I read the other article
about the “Good Old Days.” Another
shock, it too went into the garbage.
The essence of the “Good Old Days” turned out to be a
rambling recollection of the writer’s experiences. But I think it implied that right now is the
“Good Old Days.” It rings true for me; I
have a good almost full-time job with plenty of time off, and several hobbies
that fill time while filling me with personal pleasure. I have a Facebook page of photos, a growing
notebook of flash fiction, and other activities that more than fill time. They prod me to learn more and be creative. My second novel is almost done, an idea is
floating around about a third, a friend introduced me to stone sculpting, and I
attempting to revive my blog. My son
wants me to use twitter to promote my blog and Facebook photos.
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| Inspiration for next hobby |
So many ideas, so little time. Got to check my meter: just used 45 minutes.
