Having my writing plans for today unexpectedly change just proves my point about change being pretty much the one thing you can always count on. How kind of the Universe to give me a real-life reminder TODAY of the very thing I was writing about YESTERDAY.
Now, it's up to ME whether I decide to go ahead and write anyway. I know what I SHOULD do: write. I know what I WANT to do: SLEEP, then PLAY GAMES, READ EMAIL, TWITTER AND FACEBOOK... and then and ONLY then, WRITE. If I have any time left after that grueling agenda. Is there anything really wrong with that latter one? Probably not, not in the sense of it being morally or empirically wrong. It's not like I'm a member of Congress and voted AGAINST health care reform or anything, right?
Except for one thing: which option will make me feel better about myself? Which option will get me closer to my goal of finishing my second book? Which option will not have me wanting to kick myself in the ass for the next three days?
And last -- and for the moment, MOST importantly -- which option will get me OUT Of my pajamas with my hair combed BEFORE the guy comes to deliver the 100 cardboard moving cartons we ordered, the ones that will be delivered some time, any time, today? Like even maybe in the next 5 minutes?
Because being horribly embarrassed is always worse than feeling a little bit guilty about procrastination.
