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Lately, I have been taking procrastination from a low-level hobby to a goddamn art form. I’m doing a few editing projects and because they are for clients, they get done on time and they get done well. Score! BUT, the projects I’m working on for myself – pitching articles, writing articles for submission, fiddling around with a second book – these have no deadline, no external accountability, no structure.
So, the procrastination. It has grown and taken over my life. Someone actually needs to give me some sort of trophy for this shit (and if you do, I swear I’ll get around to picking it up and thanking you for it. Eventually. Tomorrow maybe? Early next week for sure.)
The first step to solving a problem is to identify it. Which for me, sounded something like this:
Damn, Madeleine. You are developing a real son-of-a-bitch of a procrastination problem.