If You're Procrastinating and You Know It Clap Your Hands!

Ugh, sorry, but that song has been running through my head ALL.DAY.LONG.

I suppose I bring it on myself by singing it to my T-Rex because she now CLAPS every time.  She'll be mid-tantrum, mid-thrashing-because-I-don't-want-my-filthy-shirt-changed, and she will simply STOP and clap every time I sing it.  Epicness.  Babies get even cuter when they start doing tricks.  Among her other recent accomplishments is:  "How big are you?  Are you 'so big'?"  And upon saying 'so big' she will throw her hands up in the air like she's at a crazy punk concert just to show just how tall and menacing baby T-Rex's can be.  Also Epic.

But, in relation to my title... I am currently procrastinating.  It's 10:41, the hubby is all tucked in bed, the kids are asleep and I am at my scheduled writing time (at least for the rest of spring break--dunno what I will do once our international students are back to school and I need to start dragging my sorry hide out of bed at 7 a.m. again... oy).  So here I am, ready to write, documents open and.... I am making a blog post.

But never fear.  This is quite normal for us writers.  Procrastination is easy... but it doesn't get the job done.  Not that there's not joy in it too, but writing can sometimes be a task.  And it takes commitment when you reach a spot that's dry, or necessary--the characters simply have to get from Point A to Point B--to keep going.  Those are the times when its much easier to browse Facebook, or play a round or two of solitaire, surf for some music, or do pretty much anything else.  Read: Update blog.

 At least I am happy to report that my time has not been wasted doing only those things. In the last couple days I have made four lasagnas, gone to the pool with the dinos, and done various other 'Mom' things.  And on Sunday night I did write a whopping 21 pages.  Which was also satisfying. 

So I think I will officially end my procrastination, making my obligatory 5 page quota and crawl into the bed across from me that looks entirely too tempting. 

Note to other writers:  I find if you can get through 2-3 pages of "I don't want to write" and "This is just drivel", you hit the gold mine.  Inspiration flashes and before you know it you've written 21 pages. But man, those first 2 are so freaking hard.  Kind of like exercising.  When you think about getting your water bottle, strapping on your runners, getting your iPod, it all seems like too much effort on top of running.  But once you're out there, breathing hard and feeling all empowered, you know it was worth it. 

Time to pull on my sneakers... or pull up my bootstraps.  Whichever.

Good night all!