Wishful Procrastination

Here are all the things I could be doing instead of writing this chapter of my novel:

eating fudge / dyeing my hair blue / reading Mathilda Savitch / reading Going Bovine / answering that email / writing the pitch for the new novel I’m excited about / eating pizza / putting away the laundry / cleaning the stove / filing papers / sneaking in some dayjob work / walking around the block / standing on my head / tweeting about how I’m not writing / napping / waking up after napping and regretting napping / trying to find my lost glove / rerecording myself reading chapter one out loud because the first time I did it the sound levels were all off and I sound fuzzy / watching TV / dozing off while watching TV / seriously trying to find my lost glove / writing this blog post

I could go on, but instead I’m going to try to go back in to this chapter for a couple more hours. The problem is that I’m in limbo, or my life is. And when I’m in between like this, I feel all out of sorts. In flux. Pantsless or something. (I should add to the list above: “making excuses.” But don’t worry, I am out in public and I am wearing pants.) The next two weeks will be busy, but by the start of November I’ll be completely focused and totally immersed in finishing this first draft by deadline.

This is what I tell myself. And if you tell yourself something enough times IT COMES TRUE.

5 thoughts on “Wishful Procrastination

  1. Nova, you write so beautifully about those in-between moments. Congratulations on your wonderful book, and your novel that you’re writing–and Yaddo!!

    Please, please don’t ever quit blogging. We, your fellow writers, need you out here, reminding us why we all have to keep going on. And yes, the first signing is the hardest–but then something takes over. I think it’s the book itself, wanting to be heard, and you’re just the channel to make that happen.

  2. Cleaning the stove? Now that’s something that would never make it onto my procrastination list. Waking up after napping and regretting napping is something I do A LOT. Always takes a good hour or so for the fuzzy head to clear and the writing to commence. Congrats on avoiding all the distractions and ploughing on!
    BTW… I am eating fudge RIGHT NOW!

  3. So I went into my fave B&N the other night and asked for DANI NOIR. I looked first, in YA, and couldn’t find it. But one of the bookstore emps scurried around and found it for me in Juvenile Fiction. Very glad, I was and how cool to stand there looking at the cover front and back and paging through it. My daughter willingly snapped a pictures so I could send it to you.

    I will email you the picture, assuming I can find your email here somewhere on your blog…yup, me holding your book here in Chesterfield, MO!

    • Thanks so, so, so much!

      (Oh, and for anyone looking for the novel in a store: it’s not YA, it’s tween, so it would likely be shelved with the chapter books ages 8-12, or juvenile fiction, or whatever the store calls it.)

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