As I have said before, if procrastination was an Olympic sport, I’d be the reigning gold medalist. Without a set deadline to aim for I’m likely to find a thousand and one things to do other than what I should be working on. Case in point would be the eleven books I’ve read in the last three weeks, rather than finishing revisions on my Regency WIP that I was on my To Do list (I blame Georgette Heyer and Jenny Crusie for that). The revision goal was something I had set myself so, other than being disappointed at not completing the task, there was no real consequence to it like there would have been had I missed a deliverable at the Day Job.
Way back in the McDaniel writing program days, I had my biggest word counts and most successful story development progress when there was a looming deadline. That’s nothing new for me, of course. Even further back, when I was doing software coding, I tended to do my best work when a deadline was closing in; often the night before something was due. Back then, reading was my primary procrastination device. “Let me just finish this chapter,” was my mantra.
These days, with so many things clamoring for attention – Continue reading