It’s been way too long since I’ve sat down to write. I could blame the holidays or the fact that I’ve been crazy busy lately. But the fact is, I haven’t written. No excuses. And quite frankly, I’m okay with that. It puts me behind where I wanted to be with several projects at this point, but it is what it is.
I’ve realized that I’m a streaky writer. Sometimes I get terribly inspired and all I want to do is write. I’ll sit down, write, write, write and leave the desk feeling like I’ve truly accomplished something. Other times I will sit and feel like I have to write, get sucked into the vortex that is the internet, and an hour later retire to the couch where I’ll watch re-runs of Castle while noshing on a slightly burnt quesadilla. There’s just no telling…
But that isn’t to say that ideas and stories and character development aren’t constantly rattling around my melon. They are, and I’ve always been like that. A dreamer. A day dreamer. I think it’s the reason it took me years to write my first novel. The characters weren’t fully developed. I wasn’t ready. The story needed time to simmer.
After all, who denies that a good story is a lot like Sunday dinner? It needs to be planned, the ingredients procured, the recipe discovered, the veggies chopped, the pot stirred…
Suffice it to say, I’m a Capricorn, which is to say that I’m a procrastinator at heart. And basically I’m writing this post just to convince you that I’ve convinced myself there is nothing wrong with being a procrastinator. Not that I’m convinced, mind you. I’m just trying to convince YOU that I’m convinced.
Anyway, the shock and awe of remembering to write 2014 instead of 2013 will wear off, and soon I’ll be back to my normal, semi-procrastinating state of quasi-accomplishment, and maybe even this year I’ll make a Chinese New Year’s Resolution, since I have until the 31st to decide what that will be.
Happy New Year! I hope
2013 2014 brings you much success!