Bet You Can't ... Bet I Can!
Since I am a procrastinator by nature, I create little dares and competitions for myself, intended to prod me into action. The fact that I fall for these ploys makes me either very dim-witted or very clever -- I'm not sure which. All I know is that it reinforces my belief that there are two of me living inside this body, which would account for why I'm always fighting my weight.
This last week has been frustrating. I've been waiting for the arrival of the editorial comments for one of my manuscripts, so that I can begin work on the second draft. It still hasn't arrived. (It would seem someone else is also procrastinating.) So what am I doing while I wait?
Nothing. At least nothing very productive. I'm filling my days with time-wasting activities, and I hate it.
So, last evening I decided it was time to goad myself into a productivity mode. Toward that end I have run off the opening chapters and summary for a novel that is two-thirds complete. It was once totally complete, but I have since rethought it, and am reworking the last bit. Today I shall send it off to a publisher in the hopes that I shall be asked for the whole manuscript. (Do you see where I'm going here?) That prospect should hurtle me into action. Heaven forbid the publisher request the manuscript and I don't have it ready!
Aagghh!! Panic! Gotta go. I have work to do.