So I’ve been procrastinating. There really is no excuse as to why I’ve not made any progress lately on anything. I’ve progressed nothing on The Three Adventures of Puss In Boots, haven’t looked at Story of an Hour, and my goal of one 10-Minute a play/month has so far not been met. I have approximately 6 days to meet at least one of my monthly goals.
But why has procrastination haunted me so? Is it “writer’s block”? Laziness? Business? I’m not entirely sure to be honest. It really could be any number of things. Sure I’ve had computer troubles, but I’ve also had plenty of time to write. Has the muse been silent or have I just not made myself available to him (yes my muse is a man) to feed ideas into me? Has it been not enough sleep or too much sleep? Sadly I continue to come up with more questions than answers.
That is how it is with procrastination. It’s a silent virus that eats at our motivation. It’s like the common cold, there are so many causes that it can’t be pinpointed to just one cause.
When I get a cold, I know how to fight it; rest, cough drops, fluids, decongestants. What is the answer to procrastination? I think writing anything is one solution. That’s why I do try and blog at least 3 times a week. It gives me an opportunity to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) without the pressure of a contest or a deadline hanging over me. But I also think that deadlines, even self-imposed ones with consequences, are a good solution to procrastination. Sometimes it helps to put things to the side and work on something else for awhile. Let things simmer down and reduce any fluff that may be creeping in by forcing yourself to write. Finally, you can’t beat yourself up for putting things off, just move on.
Anyways, its back to the keyboard for me. I’ve got plays that won’t write themselves and limited time to do it in.