My Beautiful Wisconsin Backyard
Have you ever made promises to yourself for things you want, or need, to do only to find them vaporized in the morning? You get up, look around at those things and decide they can wait. Nothing is urgent. Necessary, yes. Urgent? No.
The carpet needs to be vacuumed, but if I pick up the obvious clumps of cat and dog hair, twigs and stuff the dogs bring in on their feet, etc, it’s not so bad. I need to do laundry, but I still have clean clothes and bedding. It can wait. Sure, it’s procrastinating, but still…
I’m working on a mid-September deadline for a novel and it is going so well I can’t stop. I must write, I must get it finished. Because, at the same time, there’s another deadline riding alongside. And that, my friends, IS urgent.
My first contracted full-length novel and I can’t afford to mess this up. The other is a third contracted novelette that I can’t wait to write.
So, the housework and laundry get ignored. Does my conscience bother me? Of course.
Intentions that have vaporized when faced with the urgent need to be writing.
How about you? Do you, as writers, find yourself in this situation?