In this instance I have finally begun solid work on my book. A self-contained humorous, but serious, fantasy adventure complete with interesting-haired heroine and intelligent bummer sidekick.
I sometimes feel the universe needs a firm whack on the nose.
Rhetorically speaking, have you ever had a social circumstance sweep you on a wave of obligation whilst in some dark, neglected corner of your mind next to the Solve World Hunger Lever under the Table of Logic and Reason, there is a tiny voice screaming at you to do just the opposite?
At any given point I am engaging in an active internal battle against the woes that come with being away from the city life.
The thing about the present is that it’s the future in a ninja outfit.
Ultimately the major inconvenience of my life tends to be meandering thoughts that empty out into a vast ocean of turgid oblivion.
Missed me? In attempts to distract myself from the harsh social withdrawal born from moving out of London, my love…my life, I went…
The intent is to write fiction, ideally within the fantasy/sci-fi genre, and get paid for it but the steps are bluntly given, full of vague pick-me-ups and rely on an obscene overuse of dusty quotes framed in filigree with a sunset backdrop.
Reversing priorities to tackle the comforting idea first is the essence of procrastination. Match this with the image of acting more aristocratic and you’re in for a dangerous mix…right? Well, yes you are since that’s a recipe for a proud sloth who’s putting off taking a shit.