If you ask me (and, yes, I know you didn’t) – procrastination? Embrace it.
It’s not like I waste my time on indulgences. My aimless meanderings always seem to revolve around important if also horribly mundane yet necessary tasks. But while I’m staking the tomato plants, cleaning the chook’s cage (NOT a typo. Just the one, geriatric, chicken), or hanging out the washing, more often than not, the fog clears and I see a way past the roadblock that was slowing me down.
And, no. I still haven’t finished the acknowledgments pages I have to send off to my editor tonight (see: Friday’s post)…. now, where’s that broom?
Meaghan Wilson Anastasios 