May 11, 2005

Why is it so difficult for me to sit down and write on a regular schedule?

Instead, I find myself committing acts of downright embarassingly guilty procrastination. If I were just procrastinating, I would watch a movie or read a book... those are my real-life avoidance mechanisms. But even worse (and sillier) are my pathetic attempts at doing random chores I feel are necessary in order to avoid the "real work" of writing.

Here are some of the things I find myself doing:

• Taking stuff to the cleaners - Never been before in my life
• Cleaning out the fridge, doing dishes, mopping kitchen floors
• Listing stuff on eBay to get it out of the house
• Grocery shopping
• Cleaning out the rabbit cages

All of these are very worthwhile endevours - don't get me wrong. And I should be doing them. But should I be doing them right now instead of writing? Probably not. But since they are chores, I can tell myself that they are worthwhile ways to spend my time and no one can say I wasn't doing something valid.