Procrastination is a sneaky bugger, often trying to disguise itself as “usefulness.” Maybe you’re sitting down to write, and you think, “oh, a picture of a setting like this will really get the creative juices flowing!” Or perhaps your mind tells you that NOW is the time to mop the floor (even if you somehow haven’t mopped in weeks, because isn’t that all the more reason to do so?) Hours later, you’ve bunnytrailed from scenery pics to weird news articles, to bizarre dictionary definitions; or your floor is sparkling and you’ve moved on to vacuuming everything—even the cold air returns and the corners of the ceiling. And although you were sure you’d be focusing on your plot while you scrubbed, really you ended up pondering possible new cleaning product scents and daydreaming about what they could be called.
When I met Douglas Adams, he said that his procrastinating sometimes took the form of “getting acquainted with the furry things in the back of the fridge.” I, too, have felt the call to unburden my fridge (often to learn with dismay that the few things left in my shining fortress of frostiness were technically condiments.) But I digress.
One of the best ways to combat procrastination is to practice AIS, or Ass in Seat. Seriously, getting your butt in the chair is half the battle. The next step is to open your writing program and NOT
that amazing portal to the fantasy realm the internet. As Mary Heaton Vorse told Sinclair Lewis, “The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair.”
That said, I’m off to bulk up my word count. Let me just grab a glass of water first. . .