Procastinating

See, this is why writers are advised to write every day.

I mean, look at me (figuratively, not literally). I went on vacation for a week, and now it’s been two weeks since I’ve made any progress on my WIP. Oh, sure. I hauled my laptop along on the cruise, but that was mainly for its music features (which, even though I’m sure I got a hernia from trying to lift my carryon with the woofer, speakers, and other assorted audio paraphernalia inside, the ambience in my cabin and on my deck was sooo worth it). Anyway, one day I even opened up “Leftovers” and wrote a paragraph. Just so I could pat myself on the back and say, “Hey, you wrote a paragraph. Good job!”

But then I got home.

And I didn’t feel well.

And the laptop with the disk and the rewritten paragraph was downstairs.

Didn't even write much on the blog, 'cuz it was easier to upload pictures.

These are the excuses I’ve used for the past seven days. Pretty lame, huh? See how little it takes for me to procrastinate--to adopt new habits (okay, so they’re old ones) of climbing into bed early to watch TV? (Me: Hmm…think I have a fever. Hey, Seinfeld’s on! Me: Hmm…need to get back into the writing groove. Hey, that new season of amateur dance clods is on!)

No wonder I take forever and a month to write a damn novel. This is not good.

So, without further ado, here is my promise. (And y’all know my blog commitments are golden—well, except for the diet ones.)

1. Tonight I shall remove said disk with its precious new sentences, carry it upstairs, and upload same into computer.

2. I shall write two new pages.

Hopefully, this will all happen before The Apprentice finale. If not, all bets are off.