The RedMolly Picayune-Democrat

Procrastination and delayed gratification

So we all put off things we don't want to do or are a little intimidated by doing, right? Like mopping the floor or filing taxes or writing a novel. Understandable and somewhat universal.

So why on earth would someone put off things that one is really looking forward to doing and that offer a huge return on investment... like, for example, taking a shower?

I think I need to go acquaint myself with some nice hot hot water and tangerine sugar scrub, and then maybe the hot water will melt away the procrastinationism temporarily. Hopes, though, are none too high.

Not dead yet

...not quite, anyway.

I got a line of dialogue stuck in my head during my shower the other evening. Got out, toweled off, tucked myself into bed and the line was still there.* All I could do was grab a notebook and write it down.

Then that led to another line. And another. And a couple sparse notes of description. And the next thing I knew, I had the first scene of a comic book script, and it occurred to me:

I haven't done any writing for which I'm not getting paid** in a long, long time. That means nothing creative, nothing unusual, nothing non-mercenary. Including this blog. And perhaps my life might be slightly the poorer for it.

So... yeah, spammers be damned! I have deleted your ridiculous weight loss/sex aid comments and am returning to the fray, standard held high, eyes a-blazing! Huzzah, or something!

* In case you want to know, it's "Not much left here. A bone; a bone; a paring. Let's be gone."

** Except for my work for CK Media, for which I'm supposed to be getting paid but from which I haven't seen a check since December. Ha ha! Giant stumbling corporation failing to pay its reliable freelance drone; it is to laugh!