Confession of a Recovering Procrastinator

By S. C. Green


I’m coming clean. I haven’t touched the book I’ve been looking to revise through the spring. Sure I’ve been busy. Those who’ve been following my story know this. Those who haven’t, feel free to rummage through the archives, I won’t bore you with the details here. However, the last month has been different.

This last month I’ve been getting my writing time back, and I’ve been making use of it. My home site, The Shadowed Quill,  has gotten a much need makeover and a healthy helping of fresh content. The 500 Club, posted here on Thursdays, has given me a much-needed kick in the writing pants along with the collaboration stories we’ve put together. It’s safe to say my wheels are turning again.

Then in the far corner of my desk. I mean really far. This desk is WAY too big for my needs. In that corner rests a stack of dust-coated pages. A manuscript, printed in its entirety, suffers from neglect.

I know what I’m supposed to do. A brick of note cards awaits to be scribbled on and tacked to the cork board. The internet has been scoured for useful advice, the best of which have been printed out and set patiently next to the neglected stack. So what’s the deal? I’ll tell you.

I procrastinate.

Seriously. It goes way back. I even procrastinated being born. My mother relishes in reminding me that I was a month late. Being a Procrastinator, obviously this was my fault. Sorry mom.

Through school I perfected my procrastination. Since most lessons were easy for me, I knew how long I could wait to do any and all assignments. Once I tried to reform my ways. I put all of the given time to a paper only to receive a lower than normal marks. That just concreted the idea that my works done in a procrastinated haste were better.

But now that there’s no deadline, I find that anxiety-filled sprint to the finish to be missing. So I guess it’s time to let my stereotypical male/hunter instinct step in. What’s that instinct I hear you ask?

To fix all that is broken.

I will set personal goals. Not only will I set them, I will share them with others. Guilt tends to be such a great motivator for me, you would think I was Catholic (no offense to any Catholics out there, ahem). Recently Amy K. Nichols shared with me a method called The Pomodoro Technique. It’s an anti-multitasking way to get one focused on a single task for a set amount of time. I’ll add a clip to the end of this post so you can see for yourself what it entails.

Those two rules should be fine for now. I’m afraid if I make any more I’ll just get wrapped up in the rule making and forget what I’m actually trying to accomplish.

Moving forward now, I have things to write and edit. For those that procrastinate are continually catching up to those making progress. Time to be out in front for a change.

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