With January rapidly approaching and my sophomore effort at being an author not even close to finished, I’m way too Zen to be this far from my goal.
I should be more nervous.
I don’t even have writer’s block–I have writer’s blah. Nothing I’m writing–when I even write–seems to be too terrific. My Internal Editor is in full force and effect and she is loud. And demanding. And annoying. She hasn’t made an appearance for awhile and she chooses now to show up?
I’m so over her.
In my procrastinating–which many artists, dreamers, writer’s and creative types will tell you is a necessary part of the process–I’ve come up with my Top 7 Ways to Avoid Writing Altogether.
1. Clean stuff. I loathe cleaning but when I’m under the gun it sure seems like I have a cleaning emergency. This week alone I have finished my girly Harry Potter under the stairs closet and started going through kids’ clothes to donate. Who is this woman and what has she done with my domestically challenged self?!
2. Writing on my blog. I have been so neglectful of my blog this fall and now it seems I’m brimming with ideas. I can’t stop. Someone help me.
3. Cleaning out my email inbox. Why oh why do several of my procrastination techniques involve cleaning? It must be a sickness. And why can’t I just do this all the time?
4. Checking new releases on Netflix. Yep, if I’m already “working” in my jammie pants and am burrowed into the nest in our bed and I’m tired of cleaning out my inbox I tend to need to see what’s new on Netflix. It’s all about being at the forefront of trends.
Because that will help me write.
5. Drinking coffee. You wouldn’t think drinking coffee would help my procrastination…but it does. I can tell myself to linger over a cup of liquid sanity in the stillness of the morning before everyone’s awake like no one’s business. Or tell myself just one more cup. Because if you’re not shaky it’s not enough coffee.
Speaking of, I think I’ll grab another cuppa joe while I procrastinate finishing this list of procrastination techniques…
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Anyone else out there ever struggle with your dreams? I don’t mean the ones that happen while you’re zzz-ing, I’m talking about the ones you have for your life.
The older I get the harder it seems to have dreams, much less chase them. There are so many responsibilities in my plate as a grownup that I keep scootching things around to try to make room for the dream parts.
I think these obstacles, though I tire of them regularly, are good for me as I’m chasing my dreams. If the things I wanted for myself and my family were easy, everyone would have them.
I’m sort of in the middle of a funk/pity party/vent sesh, so you’ll have to excuse me as I work some things out while I write. I’m trying to get through the yuck to remind myself I have so many things to be grateful for despite being inconvenienced or cranky or busy-fied.
Apparently I put on the wrong pants today when I was dressing in the dark!
So I’m writing to remind myself more than anything. I’m remembering my blessings. I’m focusing on the positives. I’m redoubling my dream-chasing efforts.
And I’m not going to let a few obstacles like time or kids or responsibilities or things sometimes not going how I want them to go to stop me.
I bet I’m not alone in needing a little encouragement today. Do you need some too? Do you need to be reminded that your dream chasing is important? And that those specific seeds were placed in you because you have a destiny.
You can ignore it or go for it. I’m choosing to go for it today.
Good talk y’all, thanks!
©Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015
Confession time: I am a classic procrastinator. As if you didn’t know😉
If I’m not interested in the thing in supposed to be doing, I procrastinate by watching copious amounts of Netflix with Mr. Wonderful, painting my nails, blogging, Instagramming, and (gasp!) cleaning. And y’all know I am not fond of cleaning. Sometimes I just need the pressure of a deadline squeezing me from all sides to finish things.
Ladies and gents, I’m may be there. I’m not sure though because I’m procrastinating taking a hard look at things around here.
I’m procrastinating some of my day job stuff. I’m procrastinating writing. And laundry. Stupid laundry! This should tell you how desperate things have become at my house in the laundry realm–this is my second post today that mentions laundry.
Are y’all super-organized-early-arriving-get-everything-done-two-weeks-before-it’s-due types? If so, color me impressed. And shoot me some ideas about how to get organized.
If you’re a procrastinator like me, how do you bust out of the procrastinating in time to get stuff done?
I know sometimes creative types like myself have troubles in this area. This knowledge further fuels my procrastinating because I tell myself this is normal. Also there’s the whole four kids and caregiving for my hubby that I sometimes use as an excuse to let things go.
And if we’re being really honest, because this is just between us, sometimes I feel like since I’m a grownup now, I have days where I just don’t feel like adulting. Or being responsible.
Today is a day where adulting feels slightly beyond my grasp. I think I may see what’s on Netflix…
©Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015
Now I’m ready for the rest of this day and all the blessings waiting just for me.
Pause if you need to. Reset so you don’t miss anything. It’ll be worth it, I promise.
#reset #pause #grownuptimeout
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Can I tell you how much I do not like 5:00 a.m.?
I haven’t been up this early–or let’s be real, stayed up this late–since college. Which has been a minute. Even with all four of my babies, they at least went back to sleep for a few hours. And now I
jump roll out of bed before the butt crack of dawn and I don’t like it.
But I have to do this because I am writing my second book. My sophomore effort. My #2. And 5:00 a.m. is the only time that I ever have a moment to think a thought all the way through to fruition. This is kinda important if you call yourself a writer.
And I am a writer. I accidentally wrote my first book called My Pink Champagne Life a few years ago. I didn’t start out to write a book; I had just been through a lot of changes and truly writing was my therapy. There were no expectations; no one even knew I was writing a book except my husband. And there were no deadlines. I was free to let my creative process go where it may. Which is why I wrote most of the book in late 2011-early 2012 and it didn’t come out until February of this year.
I’m not great with deadlines.
Now I have both expectations and deadlines and I’m a little bit nervous. Not to mention I still don’t really know what I’m doing. My plate is so much more full now that I’m on my next effort and I get a little scared. Since I write about my traveling circus family, I am opening up the door to our complete crazy for the whole world to view, judge, peer into. It’s a bit disconcerting if I think about it too long.
And this time around I’m writing about seriously hard and life-changing things. Life-shattering things. I don’t know about you other writers out there but for me it’s a bit like living through it all again when I write about the last two years of our story. I’m using words like PTSD and traumatic brain injury and financial hardships and four kids and baby spit up and caregiving, you know, real sexy topics.
But I believe in telling the truth. And the truth is our story isn’t always rainbows and butterflies like I would like it to be. My hope is that maybe my truth will help someone else in the midst of a truth they didn’t want any part of. That maybe our story and our crazy and our suffering followed by absolute redemption will give hope to someone who is buried in a dark corner and believes they are all alone.
Have I mentioned how much I hate 5:00 a.m.? For the foreseeable future this is my waking time. But I am trying to appreciate the benefits this provides me. I am watching sunrises that are gorgeous beyond belief. I get to hear and feel and breathe in the silence while everyone else is sleeping peacefully. There is an openness to my spirit at this time of the morning, before the day has corrupted my thoughts or pushed me down or some days, run me over. I am more alive, more vibrant, more me during my quiet time than any other part of the day.
It’s when I’m Meredith.
Not caregiver or mama or employee or chauffeur or wife or maid or any of the other hats that I wear. I love my hats. But sometimes it feels good to just be me.
I am a writer. Of books and thoughts and talks and life. It’s difficult sometimes, but it’s exactly where I am supposed to be.
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