In a battle between The Muse and Procrastination, the winner is Procrastination (and my kitchen).
A whole Saturday to myself yesterday, and, as per normal, I awoke with an eagerness to start the day. Yes, I’m going to work on my novel for NaNoWriMo all day long; no interruptions, no telly, no surfing the net. No, I’m going to sit and write ALL DAY.
Except that the Anti-Muse (aka Procrastination) starting whispering and I thought, ‘Yes, I do write better sitting on my bed, but I need to clean this place up first.’
So, I started in the kitchen (as you do), where, it turns out, the boy and I have been very lazy this week and, for the first time in over a year, have managed to use every single dish and every piece of cutlery without doing the washing up. Yeah, that’s a task.
But what started out as ‘a quick tidy’ ended up in my gutting my entire kitchen. One hour’s work ended up becoming four, and at the end of it, I no longer a) had any time left to write the, oh, 20,000 or so words I needed to catch up to my target and b) felt the urge to write.
So, nothing got done.
Procrastination, I don’t know how you did it, but in a battle between what I want to do least and what I really don’t want to do, you won out.
But the kitchen is looking great! So, there’s a ‘win’. I guess. Whatever.