I am the worst kind of procrastinator- my intentions are always so good, and yet I'm easily distracted. Or, worse, I just lose the energy and will to see something through to completion.
For the most part, this is okay- when I pull out my guitar and 'Beginner's book of Chords' once a year, spend a few weeks practicing and inevitably let the guitar gather dust for another 11 months, it doesn't really matter. It's a bit of fun, a whim that started 15 years ago when I decided to blow my babysitting money on an acoustic because I thought playing the guitar would be cool.
It's okay when I decide I'm going to tidy out the big box of papers in my spare room, get bored halfway through and stuff them all back in again, in a bigger mess than before. Because there's nothing super important in there anyway, and anything I do need is usually quickly discovered in the heat of the moment panic when I do need to find something from the box, five minutes ago.
And it's okay when I tell myself that this weekend I will definitely do something I keep meaning to do- go for a five mile hike/go and see an exhibition at the art gallery I kinda want to see/go through my wardrobe and sort out clothes to be donated- and inevitably spend it sitting in front of the TV, mainlining episodes of The Mentalist while eating every hour and a half.
All of that procrastination is okay, because in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. Sure, it'd be nice to do the things I mean to do, but am I really worse off if I don't? No.
Unfortunately, my procrastination in these things means it extends to the things that do matter. Not as far as work, thankfully, otherwise I would run out of money to buy guitar strings, filing cabinets, exhibit tickets, The Mentalist DVDs and junk food, and then I'd be out of luck in finding things to procrastinate, and things to fill that time with. But it does extend to my writing. And that's not okay because writing is something I feel is essential in my life and procrastinating my writing feels about the same as if I hold off on other essential things in life- eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom. Putting off any of those and I feel gross and sick and painful and not like myself at all.
All of this is a long-winded way of saying, I hate how I feel when I procrastinate writing. I don't even know why I do it. Or, maybe, I do, but I don't like admitting it. Admitting there's a little voice that says 'don't bother' or 'what's the point' or 'it's not going to be good, anyway'.
And, from day to day, it doesn't matter. If I sit down to write on a Monday, and don't, I can tell myself I'll do it on Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. Thursday for definite. Unless something comes up, then I'll write on Friday for sure. And definitely on the weekend since I won't be working then, unless something else important needs to be done first (see The Mentalist DVD and eating every 1.5 hours, as per above).
It's only when I sit back and think about how much time I've wasted, that it becomes obvious how bad my procrastination is.
So. Despite the fact that something I procrastinate is updating my (far too many) blogs, here begins this one- a way for me to keep track of my writing, my motivation, my words. All being well, I'll update once a week, forcing myself to write a blog post, at least, and it may let me see just where it is I fall down when it comes to my writing and, perhaps, help me undo my bad habits and pick up some good ones.
Yesterday I logged in to my DayZero project list and scrolled through it. A huge chunk had to do with writing. In particular, three jumped out at me:
Write a novel
Complete NaNoWriMo
Write and sell a short story
So these are my three goals. Arbitrarily, I'm setting myself a one year deadline- 52 weeks from today, on my 53rd post (assuming I stick to my weekly postings), I want to be able to say, "I broke my writing procrastination and tore it into a thousand tiny glittery pieces, and along the way I wrote a novel, completed NaNo and had a short story published."
So let's see how I go.