A Writer's Notebook, Day Four-Hundred-And-Thirty

I faced a small bout of procrastination today.  I've always had a bit of that in me, as I think most people, certainly most creative people, do.  I think that is one reason it is so integral for me to keep going.  It compels me forward in my work.  However, I still have times when I succumb, if only for a few hours, to these old habits.  In this case, I did none of my writing during the morning or day.  Partly, this was because I had no desire to climb the stairs with my bad ankle, and I am sure it is also in part because Melissa is not here, as I feel a bit unmoored without her, especially now that I don't have Ulysses around.  In particular, I refer to the fact that he needed medicine at regular intervals, which provided a need to be up and about at those times, including early in the morning.  I would often think, I am already up, so I might as well get to work. 

In the end, I did finish all the work I had intended, writing nine poems and this blog entry.  I have other work I should be getting to, as well, of course, but I didn't do it yet.  That is the cost of procrastination, even though I did so much work tonight.  I still didn't finish all that I need to or intended, including some fairly simple revisions to finalize a few poems before I send them out.  I doubt this will be the last time I procrastinate, of course, but I do hope this evenings undone work motivates me in the coming days as well.

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