I made a
solemn decision yesterday, that today I would finally upload my manuscript to
Amazon’s publishing programme. I would have the perfect
day for it too, it was Sunday, my husband would be away the whole day, and it
was raining. All I would have to do is sit by the computer and have it done. Right?
Wrong.
You see, I’ve
made procrastination into something of an art form. Even the tasks I’m kind of looking forward to
doing, I can postpone for days. So, today, I woke up late, spent hours reading
morning papers and watching morning shows – hey, it was Dogtown and I had to
see how it would turn out for those poor creatures, but admittedly, I could
have skipped the reruns of Friends –
until I was even remotely ready to consider opening my computer. And did I?
No. You
see, it was also the perfect day for all the other stuff I’d been postponing.
Like moving a drawer from one room to another, and we all know that never goes
as fast as you hope. Then there were all those winter clothes I had to
put away for the summer; after all, it’s June already. And then there were the
laundry and the grocery shopping and… and before I finally opened the computer,
it was evening already. And since then, I’ve changed the colour scheme of my
web pages and written this blog, both very important tasks. If I push it a little more, I might well
manage to postpone the uploading till tomorrow, and who knows what important
tasks await me there.
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