I have discovered the secret to writing a book.
Really. I have.
Okay, I won’t keep you hangin’; I’ll tell you straight up. Here it is:
Write the book.
Profound. Insightful. Discerning.
Really. It is. Especially when you are as prone to postponement* as I am. I could easily be the eighth Dwarf, the hundred-and-somethingth Smurf – that’s how fully I personify postponement. From knocking something off today’s to-do list onto tomorrow’s to leaving half-drunk glasses of water all over the house til it looks like we live on the set of Signs, hey, if it can be done now why not just wait til later? There’s always later. Not to mention there’s always facebook. (And blog posts that need to be written.)
But facebook and blog posts and later don’t write books. Putting words in the document hiding behind the currently open window on the screen does.
*minimize* Er, no, not that one.
*minimize* No, not that one.
*minimize* Not that one, either.
Postponement, visual noise, busy work, and other such time suckers in additional flavors can all be welcome – if not occasionally necessary – diversions if consumed in moderation. But they can quickly become toxic if gobbled in large quantities. Before you know it, you’ll find you’ve discovered the secret to writing a book is not talking about writing it, reading about writing it, writing about writing it, thinking about writing it, but actually writing the book and you’ll be surprised you didn’t think of it yourself. So pick your poison carefully and enjoy responsibly. And know when it might be time to eliminate it altogether, if only for a while.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I shall go sober up and write the damn book.
*I prefer not to use the term “procrastination”, for reasons evident below:
“Oh, she’s just procrastinating.” – Whoa, negative vibes, right?
“Oh, she’s just postponing.” – Much more optimistic, isn’t it? Full of promise and anticipation; rainbows and butterflies.
Disclaimer: Postponer Smurf may conjure up positive spins to defend her poison whenever deemed necessary.