I Am Good At Procrastination
Today is the day I must absolutely, positively, without a doubt, start writing my new book. Therefore, I am headed out to my garden in my geeky red gardening boots.
Soon I will be covered in dirt, muttering at my hellebore and cursing the bulbs that died this winter. I will be taking control of the weeds and showing them who’s boss. I will whack away at mean bushes that want to take over my yard like cackling dictators.
At the end of the day I will “remember” that I needed to write, and I will slap my forehead in consternation, but I will be “too tired,” and will write tomorrow. I will promise myself this.
Then I will gleefully wonder which new plants to buy this spring…