There are really a million and one ways to not write a novel. And I’m guilty of most of them.
Okay, I’ve been procrastinating. I can’t really call it writer’s block because my head has been busting with ideas for the last couple of weeks, good ones too.
What I’m suffering from (or what I’m making myself suffer with) is a prolonged form of procrastination. I’ve become a master at it, you see. If it was an Olympic sport, I’d be the gold medallist.
It’s an evil and insidious thing this brain of mine. On the one hand it wants to write a novel, on the other it wants not to write. At the moment, the procrastination force is strong within me. Resistance may be futile. I could be fighting a losing battle.
I’m currently reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. Will this help? Will it finally cure me of this mental virus that seems to infect all creatives at one time or another?
Or is it just another form of procrastination?
Anyway, here are 10 things that stop me from writing:
- Just a little catnap, to refresh the brain.
- What’s on TV? Normally another rerun of a programme I’ve seen ten times before on Dave.
- I’ll just have a quick drink to lubricate the creative wheels: I always make the mistake of sitting down on the sofa for my first one, just to get things going…three hours later…mmmm
- I’ll hoover the floor first. Something needs to be cleaned. Someone needs to do the washing up, don’t they. Right now. I’ll do some writing afterwards.
- I feel an insatiable need to spend money. Normally I’ll wander round town and buy absolutely nothing or I’ll buy something I’m never going to need, wear, put in my mouth, or juggle with.
- I should read something if I’m not writing. The least harmful of my procrastinations as it’s actually achieving something but for some strange reason this combines nicely with a catnap, as I generally read on the bed and after a couple of chapters will drift off into the land of nod.
- Oh, I wonder who’s online, who’s retweeted me, who’s commented on my blog. Major problem. We all know this one. If I spent as much time on my real writing as I do on my internet social media interaction, I’d have at least 300 novels written by now.
- I’ll start tomorrow at 6am. Write for 3 hours solid. I’ll start tomorrow at 6am. Write for 3 hours solid. I’ll start tomorrow at 6am. Write for 3 hours solid. I’ll start tomorrow at 6am. Write for 3 hours solid. One of my personal favourites that one. I file it under wishful thinking.
- I need to get myself fit. I’ll do some exercise first. I’ll have a cup of coffee. Oooh what’s that shiny thing over there…aka anything but writing time!
- And to finish off: Just a little catnap then…
I’ve only read the first part of Pressfield’s book. I’ll let you know a bit later if it works. But, by then, I might be taking a trip to the funny farm.
Okay, so now it’s your turn. What’s your favourite way of putting off writing? Let the Feckless Goblin know in the comments section below…