Procrastination

Ok. Fine. I admit it. I've been avoiding writing (and that includes blogging). I really don't know why (or at least I don't choose to investigate at this moment), but I can feel the procrastination urge flare up as soon as I even think about opening the laptop (which by the way is no longer the beloved white chicleta of yore, but for the last month or so has been Josh's hand-me-down silver soldier PowerBook, still bravely chugging along even after massive cosmetic damage and far more powerful and capacious than the chicleta ever was). I told myself I'd have allllll week to do some writing, since I would have all this lovely time off in between jobs (a luxury I've never really had), but here we are on Friday and I haven't even blogged, let alone forced myself to sit down with my novel and get it started back up. I've done all the other procrastinatory tricks--I've cleaned the house, napped, read, organized, run errands, fixed up my writing desk…I've even painted (two paintings in a month, after hardly any painting at all for the last 5 years? Astounding. Only really bad writer's block makes *that* happen). But the writing? No. In fact I've hardly been on the computer at all, which in and of itself is unusual.

It's not that I haven't enjoyed my time off--I certainly have. Specifically, I have reveled in that particular bliss that comes from being able to just putter around my own house at my own pace choosing to do whatever I myself feel like doing at any given moment, "productive" or no. It is that feeling of going at my own pace which is the essence of vacation to me, and I feel re-acquainted with my own self, refreshed and re-energized for the hoo-ha and chaos that always comes back around in my Olympian life. I know I will be drawing heavily on this little reserve of energy to help me make it through the new, exciting and potentially exhausting times ahead that come with adjusting to a new job. But I want to carve out a little piece of that energy and save it to apply to some writing. Because it's nearly halfway through the year and I seem to recall saying that I wanted to finish the novel this year--a goal that's looking increasingly unlikely, but it ain't over til it's over, right?

Ok now I'm off to the new job to do paperwork and meet my new colleagues. More soon.