I apologise if you've found this post thinking I can help you overcome procrastination. I'm afraid I'm the wrong person for that. You see, I am Queen of Procrastination. But if you have any tips for me, I'd gratefully receive them.
Today was going to be a Good Day. Lot's of work to catch up on and I intended to power through as much of it as I could.
Oh, before I go any further - re yesterday's rather self-pitying post. Sorry about that, I'm OK now - it was a blip. Thank you for all your supportive comments on Facebook, I really appreciate them.
And the school bus turned up (as I assumed...)
Back to today. After I'd taken the dog out for a nice long walk, read the news, caught up with emails and social networking, it was time to get down to some serious writing work.
Then the phone rang. It was Tim asking if the bus had turned up...
Back to work, but now not so fully focused I got carried away researching. Then the doorbell rang - someone to collect the garden waste. This involved me having to catch the dog to bring her indoors while they cleared the branches away.
Focus all gone, so I tried to regain it by double checking my research. I like research. I learn all sorts of interesting things, usually totally unrelated to the subject I'm currently writing about.
I wrote a few words.
The doorbell went. Yay! It was an Amazon delivery of some books needed for my course work and research for my book-in-the-planning-stages. So of course, I had to speed read part of one of them.
For goodness sake, concentrate Carole! Perhaps I can squeeze in a bit more work before Rhiannon comes home.
I wrote a few more words.
Oh, I need to do the laundry. Three loads of it.
Then a great friend of mine phoned from the UK. We haven't spoken in months so we had a lovely long and much-needed chat. She's a lovely, fizzy woman who enervates me. The polar opposite of an emotional vampire. I asked my friends what these type of people are called. The answer is apparently either "Violets" or "Enerangels"!
So after about 6 hours of "work" I'd produced 110 words, about half of which are surplus anyway.
And apparently Tim has taken tomorrow off work.
Therefore, next week will be ultra-busy. Although I do work best under pressure, all this procrastination is taking me further away from doing what I want to do rather than what I have to do to earn a few pounds.
I'll learn one day, I guess.