The Undiscovered Country

A Confession - of Sorts

I write this entry for the singular purpose of not doing what I need to do.

Just shy of two months, my manuscript (or at least the first three chapters) needs to be ready to present to prospective publishers attending the Writing for the Soul Conference in Colorado Springs.

Procrastinating to the end of the line is so typical of me. I can't remember a time when I didn't wait until the last minute to complete a project.

Heck, I so despised studying in school, I developed a photographic memory. However, I studied the teachers to determine what they considered important enough to include on their tests. Sneaky? Perhaps, but it saved time, and I passed my classes with - in general - minimal effort.

Writing well, however, requires study. There are no shortcuts. Luckily studying requires reading, something I enjoy. It's not a waste of time. I need to not only read about writing, but read other writers of every genre, and in multiple time periods. My dedication to these endeavors has dropped significantly, but I still absorbed a few things. Must be remnants of my photographic memory.

In editing one more time, I found parts that need a complete rewrite, not only an edit.

Good thing?

Long term, absolutely.

Short term, not so much. I want to procrastinate more, but darn it, I don't have the time.