Procrastination. As a writer (and human being), I know it fondly and freakishly.
Do not ask.
However, it’s not just a writer’s thing. Everyone procrastinates. It’s human nature. If you say you don’t you’re a liar-liar-pants-on-fire. Or you’re just way too pure for me, so stop reading my blog RIGHT NOW.
I’ll bet even Hemingway wasted time doing other things.
Like boozin’.
Procrastination can be good. It can take the mind to another place; distract you until you’re ready to come back to the story, the problem or the kidnapping at hand.
And yet, while other, normal folk may go see a movie, frolic in the outdoors doing sporty-type related activity, or having fistfights with hobos in alleyways, as a writer my procrastination usually takes place in front of my computer. Doing everything in my power to avoided typing much needed words.
Tweet. Music mixes. Baby talk to my cats. Enough of this. I decided the time was ripe to make another video. And yes. I was procrastinating when I made it.
So crank up the volume and adjust your jockstrap because here is the stupid shit writerly procrastination is made of.
Jules Just Write 