Friday, December 10, 2010

ProcrastiNation

Things To Do Instead of Edit My Novel:

1. Rip off Ellen Meister's fantastic blog topic.
2. Listen to wee boy pretend to read a book.
3. Help less-wee boy with irregular verbs (fascinating!).
4. Peruse the twitterverse.
5. Curse twitterverse for its ridonkeylous time suckage-to-usefulness ratio.
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6. Write new blog. (more than once a quarter?? Do I get a prize?)
7. Ruminate on the number of and reasons for which millipedes continue to commit suicide in such a cute manner in my tv room. They look like little bitty leggy juicy bagels. Breakie for plastic Lego people.
8. Change a diaper.
9. Mentally debate monetary value of Three Seconds ARC. Verbally chastise self for not having cracked it open yet.
10. Guiltily remind self to pick up Johannes Cabal the Detective from library when I should be reading Three Seconds, then feel guilty for gleeful response ("Yay!! I've been waiting for this since the last JC! Who doesn't love a necromancer, anyway?").
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11. Diaper Time!
12. Ponder the cost versus potential learning value of having less-wee boy re-create freaking awesome lego robotics thingie:


13. Consider my writing partners from book club, wonder if they're suffering the same agony. Compose beautifully worded email to inquire. Save as draft.
14. Empty dishwasher. Deem this to be the "lamest three minutes of the day."
15. Job-hunt for the mister. Of course the new company is holding layoffs six months after he starts the job. Quelle surprise.
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16. Track down insurance information for wee boy's flu shot. (Seriously, $59 for a shot?? $38 of that to advise me to have him get the flu shot??)
17. Repeatedly click through insurance company's website, become frustrated, sit on hold for "human" "customer service" "representative" thirty-odd minutes.
18. What's that smell? Diaper change time.
19. Throw back out hoisting 35 lb two year old up to changing table. Cuss table. Cuss self for feeding child. Cuss self for not building one of those cool pet-step contraptions so child can walk SELF up to changing table. Feel sorry for self.
20. Give self day off.

1 comment:

Ellen said...

I think you deserve an award for even THINKING about writing when you've one still in diapers!

Glad I could inspire ... and hope you find some time to write!!!
xx