Wednesday, March 15, 2006

So Much For Good Intentions

This is an addendum to this morning's post. I was feeling so good about how much I'd gotten accomplished, I decided to take a break, go outside and enjoy the sunshine and read for a bit.

I'd no sooner gotten comfortable and was happily reading when the wind kicked up a little. A bit of blinding white paper caught my eye out on the lawn. I say lawn, with a roll of the eyes because it's really just a long stretch of GA red clay with patches of crabgrass and weeds...anyway...I put my book down (A Belated Bride, by Karen Hawkins. Bought it at a booksigning years ago and it's been on my TBR stack)...where was I? Oh yeah, the white paper. I walked over and it turns out the white paper is a play slip for the GA Lottery Win For Life Game.

Several days ago hubby had bought some(10) tickets and brought them home and forgot where he put them. He enlisted my aid in searching for them and could only tell me "It was a metallic surface". Gee, that's helpful.

We both looked and never found the tickets, until I stumbled upon them this morning. Turns out he'd gone directly from the car to the back yard and placed the tickets on our barbeque and promptly forgotten all about them.

So, there I was on a bizzare sort of Easter Egg Hunt searching the yard for these little white pieces of paper. I only found 5 of them and for my efforts I wound up with an asthma attack from breathing in oaktree pollen.

All desire to continue writing today has left me. I want a shot of Jamesons--make that a double-- and a bubble bath.

Never Do Today What You Can Put Off 'Til Tomorrow

The last several days, I've put myself under the gun to finish up the edits/rewrites/add-ins for chapters 4 & 5 of Opus#5, the book I wrote last year and want to get in the mail to agents/editors(sometime before I pass on to the next world). Since I'm not gainfully employed at the moment, I figure no time like the present.

But I am the worst procrastinator on the planet--at least to my knowledge. I can get sidetracked by a bird flying past my window. I'll wonder what kind of bird it is and get up from my chair to go have a look. Then I'll go get the bird book. Nope, my bird looks nothing like any of those pictured. So I go online and look up birds. Inevitably, some tidbit of information, some stray fact will intrigue me and before I know it, half the day is gone.

I'm also guilty of abusing AIM. I can truly see why so many employers have banned it from workplace computers. It's addicting. I find people who are probably just like myself (who most likely should/could be doing something more constructive than yakking with me) and I have a grand time chit-chatting about anything and everything under the sun. The next thing I know, hubby is pulling into the driveway and not only am I still trying to figure out how to fix the same chapter from yesterday, but dinner isn't even out of the freezer yet.

The last few days, though, I've made a concerted effort at reform. I've been up early, eaten my breakfast and instead of reading which Hollywood celebrities are boffing/divorcing/cheating on each other, I've gone directly to "My Documents", pulled up my chapters and sat here and actually worked!

At the end of the workday (which pretty much ends when hubby crosses the threshold) I had accomplished what I'd set out to do. Chapter 4 is done. Chapter 5 is one page away from being done. Hallelujah and pass the Haggen Daz!! Last night, dinner was actually cooked by me, it was on time. I washed, dried, folded and hung some laundry. And even watched Law & Order SVU and a movie before I crashed for the night.

Now, you'd think that this sense of accomplishment and exhilaration would make me want to do this every day, wouldn't you? Hah! I have no doubts that I'll slide right back to my slothful ways and soon, I'll be flaggelating myself for wasting all that valuable time before it gets to the point of do or die.

Some of us do our best work under threat of torture.