Here’s the proof of what I say:
When I was 10, what I’d rather do than write = nothing.
Now that I’m not 10 anymore, what I’d rather do than write = anything, it seems.
Downloading music, talking to strangers in a coffeeshop, blogging, linking to just about any site on the right, reading other people’s books which are “safe,” cleaning my toilet (yeah, really).
Why I am currently procrastinating: I’m writing the LONGEST scene ever in my book, knowing that half or all of it will probably go but it must be written. I’m almost done, which means the scene is at its hardest. In a way, beyond its disposability, it’s one of the most important scenes. It’s where a new character sees the circus performance for the first time. It’s probably the only time in my book (about the circus) where a full show will be depicted. And thank goodness.
I have been writing TCB (The Current Book) since 2004 when it began as a short story in David Madden’s classroom. There is an entire draft that is done (aka: Thesis) and I am rewriting the entire thing virtually from scratch. Almost everything from that first short story is gone, has been gone. It’s the craziest, bravest, most necessary thing I’ve ever done. I have about 70 pages of the new draft and I’m so unbelievably happy with the direction this version is going except that it’s coming along very slowly.
So I’ve been in this coffeeshop (aka “Cheers”) for going on 6 hours and I haven’t written word one on this tough scene. This is one for Fess Up Friday, even if it’s not Friday yet. I’m logging out of this new delicious blog and I’m shutting down the Internet and I’m going to write. Dammit.