Procrastination is the thief of time: why every day breeds daylight robbery.

Procrastination is the thief of time.
Morning all.

Well, my daughter, Ariana, goes off to her Dad's house for a few hours every Saturday and I aim to use writing to distract from the feeling that I'm missing a limb. It rarely works completely but it's better than sitting twiddling my thumbs until she gets home (which would be pretty hard if the limb in question was one of my arms!)

 It’s really important to me to use the time creatively so my brain is taken up with crafting. If I was hoovering or doing the dishes, say, my thoughts would mindlessly drift to how much I’m missing her. Plus also I’d be hoovering or doing the dishes, and who wants to be doing that on the two free hours they have a week? 


It got me thinking though, about just how easily I am normally distracted from the task in hand. In particular writing as there are so many distractions available online. In a world built around Social Media, it’s any wonder people manage to work at all. Not that I’m knocking it, because that would make me a massive hypocrite! No, I’ll just need to come up with ways to stop procrastinating and get down to business. 
Procrastination is the thief of time.

Ariana left at ten this morning, and in the hour and a half since she's been gone I have checked Facebook at least a couple (dozen) times, looked at my emails, and refreshed them four or five times just in case, spent a good forty minutes trying to make my blog look pretty, and another twenty minutes drooling over the new Mulberry bag, the Del Ray. That's definitely what I'm coveting at the moment. However, seeing as it costs just as much as I have budgeted for a new car, I think coveting it will be all I'll be doing. 

I have also made three cups of tea and sat and watched the Great North Run whilst munching on honey roasted peanuts. Just watching them made me feel tired, so that's my exercise for the day done, phew!

Lastly, I'm also currently being distracted by my little cat, Pepper, whose love for me has suddenly re-emerged since I fed her James Wellbeloved for the first time yesterday. She has been feeling a bit left out since Ariana arrived and I thought I'd get her a little treat. I was also trying to reduce the catfoody smell in the house and thought the dry food might smell less yucky than her current Whiska-ry sludge. It worked on both counts, they smell like fish pie, and not enough to contaminate the whole house. And I woke up this morning to find carnage in the kitchen and half the packet missing. She hasn't left my side since.

Right, so, procrastination over, I'm off to write some book words. I'll be back later to let you know how I got on, if I can tear my eyes away from the Del Ray and my hands out from under the cat......

UPDATE - A is on her way home, yippeeee, so I'm stopping now. I've written a grand total of 9260 words now, so that's 985 done today. Hmmm maybe I should see if I can make it a round 1000.

FURTHER UPDATE - I'm still working on ideas to help with the procrastination. Any tips welcomed!!

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