Write NOW
I am procrastinating.As I type this, I have a news release that needs writing, two newsletter articles that were due yesterday (and not started yet) and I need to help re-write/edit at least two other pieces for publication.
And I got nothing.
I have shut my door. My lamps – my lovely lamps – are on and are creating a warm, comfortable, homey atmosphere opposed to the impatient, sterile, creativity-killing hum of overhead florescent lights. I’ve asked all calls (with the exception of one or two people) to be sent to voicemail. I’ve set my cell phone to “buzz”.
And I still got nothing.
On the edges of my real-world responsibilities, I am quietly hyperventilating about having signed up – in a moment of supreme stupidity – for the National Novel Writing Month project that starts in November. What the hell am I going to write about? I’m boring. I am.
But still. Nothing.
And you know what is funny? When I spell-check this entry, the Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level will be around three. When I spell-check the news release? 12. What does that tell me? That I think, and probably talk, like a third-grader. I know you are not surprised by that, but I find it entertaining that within a span of about 20 minutes my IQ can drop or jump so dramatically, depending on what I’m writing or thinking.
And again. Zip.
I’ve cranked up iTunes, set it to ‘mixer,’ the set of songs my brother listens to when he works out in hopes that it will pump up my – what – vocabulary? (Seether, Audioslave, Shinedown, The White Stripes, Velvet Revolver, Cold, Puddle of Mudd, 3 Doors Down, Godsmack, Nickelback, Saliva, Chevelle, Staind – the latest download of iTunes even tells me when lyrics are explicit. I’m still enough of a juvenile delinquent to want to play songs marked as such EXTRA loud. What? I have a door on my office and I use it.)
Goose. Egg.
The mini fridge under my desk is stocked with a variety of caffeinated beverages; I have a drawer full of Tootsie Rolls, and a relatively neat and orderly desk. I don’t have any reason to wander around the office as most anyone out in the hall way isn’t anyone I want to talk to anyway. I need to get my work done...
I need to write. NOW.
(I wrote this before 10 am. It is now after 5 pm – and believe it or not – I managed to get everything done. Well – almost. I’m sure I’ll read things in the morning and have to wordsmith a bit more. But I did it, right? And the Grade Level on this post: 5.7. The news release was 11.7.)
3 Comments:
You're participating in nanowrimo? Way to go. I've often thought about it, but never had the nuts. My primary excuse is that I won't find the time for it.
Good luck with it though!
I always write my best stuff under pressure. It is a terrible way to be but that is how I wrote papers in school and even that action plan the other night.
This is funny. In your blog your wrote "my lovely lamps" and I thought it said "my lava lamp". I thought, "she has lava lamps still?!" Then I re read it. Hehe
Congrats on finishing your work.
ThatEdeGuy: I'M nuts. If, by the time Thanksgiving rolls around, you have not heard or seen me, send in the troops. With psychiatric help.
NayNay: What? You don't have a lava lamp? Oh, right. I'm old.
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