I was reading Hilary Mantel’s interesting essay in the Guardian (UK) about the writer’s need for procrastination and I’ve realised I spend a vast amount of time checking my email and I do believe it is going to get worse. Mainly it all boils down to optimism. I keep thinking there is something wonderful there. A contest win, an acceptance from a literary magazine, a yes from an agent or publisher. How could I let that email sit and deny myself those extra moments of happiness? I’ll soon be getting ADSL and it will become much worse I fear. I once tried to limit myself to only checking my email in the morning, after lunch, and when I knock off- it worked for a day or two and then I was back to my normal obsessive level.
Before I forget- I keep forgetting to send my dear readers off to this very hilarious post – the 911 line for writers and their readers. Very funny! Take the time.
I must not procrastinate at all today (although of course I already am) because I am minutes from finishing book two of my three science textbooks due to my publisher. Minutes I tell you.
But I must admit this grey, rainy, cold weather is getting me down and distracting me. Have I been transported to Britain or what? At least if I’m having to endure grey, cold rain I should get a chance to ride on one of those jolly, double-decker red buses. Not a single one can I see. Just rain, rain, rain, and grey, grey, grey, and coldness.
Can a person see coldness? I think they can, or maybe it is one of my uncovered superpowers, seeing coldness. I wonder how that would assist humanity. “Watch out! You’re walking into a terrible patch of coldness!”
…..okay yeah…. I’ve gone off on a tangent of procrastination……oops.