Friday, May 1, 2009

fearful procrastination

I'm listening to Nirvana. I'm also remembering the mint chocolate chip ice cream waiting in my freezer. That almost makes up for the fact I'm listening to Nirvana.

People often ask, "Well what do you want to do?"

I want to sit in a cabin in the woods, reading, sleeping, eating...and writing.

Writing, truly writing, is a painful, soul-wrenching experience that leave me exhausted - hateful because I want to be left alone to get it over with.

The moment I sit down and really begin to work, it's like ripping off the bandages. I bleed across the page until I'm spent. Then I sleep.

I awake, I read, I eat. I write.

I've been putting it off. I'm not certain I can withstand the bloodshed.

1 comment:

  1. Doesn't really work that way with me. I procrastinate, dread the writing process. I sit down and fume, vow to shut down the damn blog. I'm sick of it. Fucking sick of it.

    And then I write the first couple of sentences and before I know it, I am on a roll. When I come back to myself, I feel incredibly good.

    It's just making myself sit down to do it that is hard.

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