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02 April 2006 @ 11:49 am
pro-cras-ti-na-aa-tion  
I have procrastinated just about all I can. I spent a while yesterday working on a short story for an anthology, finally deciding I had an entertaining main character that I could probably write a novel about, but I had no plot that would work for a 5000 word story, so I regretfully bowed out of the anthology and stopped dorking around with the story.

Then I spent a bunch more time reading the Image Comics forums. Ted and I watched "Hudson Hawk". I walked yesterday! And got rained on. I looked at ... no idea anymore. Buh. Anyway, whatever it was, it wasn't work. I cleared my inbox out (from 403 down to 4). I...cleaned the kitchen. Boy am I a party animal.

Today I spent a bunch of time emailing my artist about stuff.

I think I may be forced to work soon. I've gotten bored with all this procrastinatory stuff. Though the kitty litter needs changing and the house needs vacuuming. But I'd rather write than vacuum. I hate vacuuming.

Yessir, that's my exciting life...

miles to Mount Doom: 444.5
 
 
Current Location: at home, onna couch
Current Mood: hungryhungry
 
 
 
Brianlogrusboy on April 2nd, 2006 02:25 pm (UTC)
Most likely the cat would prefer you writing to vacuuming too. And, of course, your rabid fan base could really care less how clean your home is as long as there's stuff to read. So that's a lot of votes in favor of the writing! More words! Less chores! Besides, if you can sell enough words, you can hire a maid! :)
dqg_nealdqg_neal on April 2nd, 2006 03:58 pm (UTC)
This dedicated readers wants to know that she "wants" to clean her house. That generally means she likes to be organized. Which then would tend to show up in the order of her novels. At least thats the way I think about it. Disorganized people have disorganized novels. This from my own personal experience in writing at this point. It doesn't matter if my house is a mess. but when I consciously think about needing to clean it... things get a little tighter in the writing.

But now vacuuming the house. If I did that, I know I'd have my little furry ones out from under my feet or nudging my elbow when I was typing.. At least for a while while they rolled in the static electricy heaven.