I hate doing laundry. I hate cleaning the kitchen. I hate going to the supermarket. I hate going to the dentist. But there is one particular time when I love doing those four things I hate.
When I’m on deadline.
Why? Because basically, I’d rather be doing ANYTHING than planting my butt in the chair and writing during deadline time. Yet that is a total paradox because if I didn’t have the deadline, the book would never get written. Whenever anyone asks me, “How long does it take you to write a book?” My answer is always, “It depends on when my deadline is.” If my deadline is six months from now, it’s going to take me six months to write the book. It my deadline is three months from now, it’s going to take me three months to write it.
I hate pressure–yet I can’t seem to write without it. And for reasons I simply can’t figure out, I always make the pressure worse for myself by finding literally hundreds of things that need to be done when my butt needs to be in the chair. I get it there–but it’s a real struggle. Why do I do this to myself? Beats me.
So, anyone else out there a procrastinator? Do you find yourself avoiding things you know you must do, only to find yourself up against a wall and struggling to get to them done? Or are you blessed with the “I will focus” chromosome? (lucky you!) And on a completely unrelated note–is anyone else watching the US Open (another form of procrastination–someone please save me from myself!)
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