I washed the dog because she was a bit musty. I scrubbed the bathroom because I washed the dog. Several minutes were spent gazing at the contents of my refrigerator because I didn’t want to go to the store because I need to spend the whole day writing of course. A cup of tea, a flip through the latest Writer Digest magazine, because need I remind you, I am a writer. I experienced a fleeting thought to clean out my closet but realized I always have a fleeting thought to clean out my closet. No, I will put it off no longer.
I will gather my notes, the unreadable scribbles of untimely inspirations and sit my butt down and work. I will make a final decision on Kate or Sophia, perhaps Hannah, as my character’s first name. I will pat myself on my back when I write that one line that just gets to me. I will escort MR. P. to the door and cast him out among the other distractions that I tend to run up against during the day.
Procrastination, you are banished from my mind. But first, I need to …
