©2014 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
Procrastination? Who, me? I’m reluctant to admit I’ve been procrastinating.
Procrastination is not helpful in the writing life. Perhaps we could soften the guilt by calling it a mandatory sabbatical of sorts. I like the comfort offered by that concept, a self-induced stress-relieving sabbatical. At least that’s the
excuse reasoning I am tempted to use, since I habitually and stubbornly resist believing in or admitting to suffering from the writer’s block that other, better writers curse wail about upon occasion.
There’s always something to write about, I happily tell my blank screen. The cursor blinks, and the empty coffee cup is reminding me there is much going on in the world, many Incoming bytes, major world events of late, curiosities, mysterious fireballs in the eastern sky of Canada, commercial airliners missing for almost 3 weeks with hundreds of passengers missing without a trace, endless war in Syria, Russian expansionism and the invasion of the Ukraine Crimea—let’s call it what it is, but I’ll get to those later, I’ll just get up and fill the coffee mug once again before I get on with it. And have lunch too.
Procrastination, who, me? Wait, I’m back, but I just remembered I better go walk the dogs too, you know those loyal, patient companions of mine, a.k.a. T.T.T. (Tilly the Tall) and E.T.S. (Ebony the Short). Before committing to any serious tapping away on the keyboard, that is.
As an aside, the keyboard on my Gateway laptop has letters worn invisible. It also proudly displays a physical dent worn into the space bar where the thumb reminds the text to move on. Questionable Querty (Q.Q. for short) no longer displays any indexing bumps, they’re worn right off of this seemingly inferior keyboard too. That sucks for a busy writer that touch-types.
To avoid having to look at the keyboard and revert to hunt and peck, I cleverly installed fuzzy thick stickers on those two keys (‘F’ and ‘J’ , I’m guessing, it’s so long since I saw them ) instead, problem solved. Whilst procrastinating, we wouldn’t want to have to be slowed down by hunting and pecking for ‘F’ and ‘J’, for ‘D’ and ‘E’, and ‘S’ and ‘L’ and a few others now fading fast, never mind the space bar which editors seem to want to break off of my keyboard anyway. I have to wonder why.
No matter, at least those two keys now type warm, fuzzy stuff. I wonder, perhaps all of the keys should have fuzzy stickers on them, would that make everything come out warmer and fuzzier? On time? Even distractions and product failures can end up warm and fuzzy, or at the least, offer that illusion.
We’re procrastinating again, see what happens? Do you procrastinate? How does it affect your productivity? Do you enjoy your comforting, stress-reducing sabbaticals? Let’s try hard to avoid procrastinating in the future, wait, want a coffee? How about a nice walk out in that fresh air that’s supposed to be spring-like? Procrastination? Who, me?
We’ll be catching up next time…after the sabbatical and a snooze, that is.
Is that Incoming I hear?