Aug 19

There’s always tomorrow…right?

I was going to write this post tomorrow, I mean why do today what you can put of until tomorrow…right? I’d think about what to write today, maybe jot down a few notes, brainstorm on the commute, but ultimately I could put the post off until tomorrow.

Then I realised how much I have to do tomorrow…*gulp*

The 20th of August isn’t a particularly important or significant date. It’s not a mystical day that events and tasks gravitate to (like November 5, 1955; the day Dr. Emmett Lathrop Brown invented time travel). It’s just a normal Saturday, somewhere near the middle of the year, when I realised I have a shit load stuff to do.

99% of this stuff was ‘put off until tomorrow’, the trouble is about 98% of the things I’ll be doing tomorrow weren’t put on the list today…

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day…

So how does that work? Surely if I put something off until tomorrow then I’m doing the putting off today?? Nope, because there’s always another tomorrow just around the corner willing to accept the heavy load of work you were going to get around to today. After all tomorrow’s tomorrow is still a tomorrow at heart.

I think a lot of this is me bullshitting myself into thinking I deserve some rest and relaxation time. I word hard (pfft) on a Monday so I’ll treat myself to a nice relaxing sofa schlomping session in front of the television when I get home. I have all week to get the important stuff done! But because I schlomp on Monday I go to bed at some ridiculous time, somewhere around 2am or 3am. This means I’m usually up late on a Tuesday, which inevitably leads to a longer working day…which leads right back to…

“I worked hard, I deserve a break.”

 

I do my best thinking whilst watching shite on TV…honest

Someone on Writer’s Talkback recently asked if the forum members have a regular writing routine, here’s my answer:

  • Get up way too late to write before work
  • Find myself far too busy to write at work
  • Run errands at lunch (no time to write)
  • Promise myself I’ll write when I get home
  • Slouch in front of TV for a bit
  • Feel guilty about not writing so wander upstairs
  • Get distracted by TB, FB, Twitter, blogs, horror news sites, etc.
  • Run downstairs and check if there are any decent films on later
  • Wander back upstairs and open novel
  • Check all websites again
  • Realise I need to research something for novel > Open Google > check all websites again
  • Panic that I haven’t written anything > Open novel again (which somehow closed)
  • Stare at screen for a bit
  • Check for films again/watch 9pm/10pm film
  • Crawl back upstairs around midnight
  • Open novel (closed again somehow)
  • Realise I need to research something for novel > Open Google > check all websites again
  • Talk to all the horror dudes that have crawled out of their tombs
  • Realise its 2am and quickly check if word count has changed (it hasn’t)
  • Justify not writing by saying its too late and I’ll do some tomorrow
  • Rinse and repeat…

I think I repeat this routine so much because it feels like I AM working. I know! I know! It sounds ludicrous for me to think of the pathetic little routine above as work, but in my head I’m thinking…

“At least I’m not putting it off until tomorrow; I’m on my compu…ooh, I’ve got mail!”

Even though it feels like I’m being proactive I’m just putting things off until tomorrow by delaying activities in tiny increments until it IS tomorrow. I crawl along at a snails pace, jumping on every distraction that presents itself until I can say…

“Oh look, it’s far too late to be working. I’ll crack on again tomorrow.”

Pathetic!

To those of you that have a regular writing routine, I bow down to you. Your godlike patience and dedication to your craft is amazing. I can only imagine how it feels to sit back at the end of almost every single day and be satisfied at the amount of work completed. I would try and shake your hand but there’s something shiny over there begging to distra….a shiny monkey!!

You write every day? WTF?!

How the hell do you do it, oh wordlords of the craft? How do you get over the initial hurdle of making it ALL the way to that computer chair which is so far away? And even more perplexing; how do you manage to sit there long enough to get the words flowing??

Heeeelllllllp!!

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