Hang fire...

I'm coming up on a deadline for my book and, though I love deadlines because I don't think I'd get anything done without them, I tend to become the Queen of Procrastination whenever something is due. This weekend, I planned on writing 5,000 words a day. Did I make it? Yes. But I also had many tasks to get out of the way first.

Procrastination: Water plants.
Justification: They need watering.

Procrastination: Read five chapters from Love is a Mix Tape.
Justification: None, other than the fact that it is a really good book.

Procrastination: Anxiety attack. This project is too big. I can't handle it.
Justification: Out of Xanax.

Procrastination: Crawl back into bed.
Justification: Cat is there. I am cold. Must cuddle.

Procrastination: Check MySpace page for new friend requests and/or messages.
Justification: I haven't checked it in the past hour.

Procrastination: Return phone calls.
Justification: Friends will tell me how great I am, which will create momentum and give me impetus to sit down and finish my 5,000 words for today.

"In the sweet old country where I come from Nobody ever works Yeah nothing gets done We hang fire, we hang fire..." (M. Jagger/K. Richards)