The art of procrastination
Sep. 9th, 2009 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xerinmichellexI had the sudden urge to clean my room at 5 pm yesterday. Even though my room is messy (actually it is gross; I need to be better about cleaning), the need to clean was a procrastination tool instead of being neat. I am at that point in my manuscript where I know what is next. I just cannot write it. The scene is in my head, and that's the problem. Once I push through, I'll be fine. I may not write straight to the end afterwards; but it will get my fingers tapping again.
Anyway, back to the cleaning. I tackled my desk. Nothing too extreme on the top–my computer takes up most of the space. It was the drawers that were a disaster. Fun fact: I have a habit of writing the plot of a chapter on Post-its and then storing them in my drawer once it's written. I have Post-its from three manuscripts ago--it is that bad! That was the top drawer's issue. The bottom one held all of my paychecks back when I was a Retail Whore. All of my paychecks--first pay stub to the last. $7.00 per hour to $8.20 per hour. Yes, I worked my butt off for two years, almost full time without the benefits, and only reached a dollar and twenty cents more than where I started. Never mind I didn't get my first raise (not including minimum wage going up) three months before I quit. Me, bitter? It felt awesome to shred those suckers-with-a-"F".
Now, I'm all shiny inside my drawers.
The top drawer--there comes a point in everything I do in which I don't care how it looks anymore. It is neater than where it started.
The bottom drawer--free of all paychecks!
I don't feel anymore organized than I did the day before. Quite possibly because I sit adjacent to my dresser that's covered in make-up products and perfumes. That'll be this weekend. Along with dusting and vacuuming and anything else I stumble upon. Also, I have three jewelry boxes and a bag full of coins that could find a home at the bank and in my checking account. I gots to save all my pennies if Emilie Autumn ever decides to publicly release her book.
Anyway, back to the cleaning. I tackled my desk. Nothing too extreme on the top–my computer takes up most of the space. It was the drawers that were a disaster. Fun fact: I have a habit of writing the plot of a chapter on Post-its and then storing them in my drawer once it's written. I have Post-its from three manuscripts ago--it is that bad! That was the top drawer's issue. The bottom one held all of my paychecks back when I was a Retail Whore. All of my paychecks--first pay stub to the last. $7.00 per hour to $8.20 per hour. Yes, I worked my butt off for two years, almost full time without the benefits, and only reached a dollar and twenty cents more than where I started. Never mind I didn't get my first raise (not including minimum wage going up) three months before I quit. Me, bitter? It felt awesome to shred those suckers-with-a-"F".
Now, I'm all shiny inside my drawers.
The top drawer--there comes a point in everything I do in which I don't care how it looks anymore. It is neater than where it started.
The bottom drawer--free of all paychecks!
I don't feel anymore organized than I did the day before. Quite possibly because I sit adjacent to my dresser that's covered in make-up products and perfumes. That'll be this weekend. Along with dusting and vacuuming and anything else I stumble upon. Also, I have three jewelry boxes and a bag full of coins that could find a home at the bank and in my checking account. I gots to save all my pennies if Emilie Autumn ever decides to publicly release her book.
