Sunday, September 30, 2007
See? It was destined for me to be a person that puts things off until the very last minute. I did it in high school, in college, at work, and now in my writing.
Not all the time, mind you, but more often than I should.
For example. I have known about the Brava Contest since before it started. I knew what I wanted to write about, so I knew I had plenty of time, and then waited and waited. My niece was going to be with us for three weeks this summer, but I knew I could get it done while she was here. Nope, didn’t get it done. Didn’t even try. So then she left, and I tried Only to find that I couldn’t write it. The idea I had just fizzled and wouldn’t go anywhere. Every time I tried to force words, it came out crappy. Racked my brains and decided, oh, I have another idea. Same thing happened with that one.
Then my mom came to visit for two weeks. She knew I had to work. That wasn’t the issue. But I have realized writing nookie/mushy/romance just doesn’t work when your mother is smoking cigarettes across the table from you so you can’t breathe in your own house, and giving you the eye, since she knows you write porn and she doesn’t like it.
So I thought – oooh, wait, I have something that will be perfect. I will fix that up a little. Guess what? Yup, same issue. Just didn’t work.
So, by now I was less than two weeks from the deadline and nothing in hand and school starting again, I have been trying to think of a new idea.
Nothing came to me. Until a friend suggested something totally different. So I tried it and I loved it. Although I had to cut down the 1000 words to 750.
So, I have it done and ready, and it will be submitted today.
Along with my attempt at a Caveman that I just gave my Crit partner THURSDAY to edit. (Yes, it is also due today)
How long have I known about these things? At least 6 months. Did I do anything for them? No. What did I do? I procrasTINAted. Yup. That’s me. ProcrasTINAtor Bendoni.