Procrastination: A Synonym For My Life

Procrastination is a crippling disease. While I don’t like to resort to medication to treat all of my ailments, for this, I would gladly take a pill and rid myself of all the damn excuses.

My second novel, or more accurately, the rewrite of my first novel, has been nearly finished the last 2+ months, and for these 548 reasons give or take, I’ve yet to complete the last few chapters:

  1. I have other writing assignments due which take precedence because they’re paid gigs.
  2. My book store has been busier than an Irish pub on St. Patrick’s Day.
  3. My mirror tells me I need to spend more time at the gym.
  4. I have a book review due soon, so I should be reading that instead.
  5. Bejewelled Blitz + Audio Books + no interruptions = 3 hours gone in what felt like 10 minutes.
  6. Can’t work on Monday nights. That’s Bachelor night!
  7. I’ve sold so much jewelry lately that I need to spend all my spare time purchasing more.
  8. I’m tired.
  9. I need to clean/shelve/organize books.
  10. James Dashner’s new book just came out! Must read until 3:00am.
  11. Tuesday and Wednesday nights are out. Got to review AGT and SYTYCD!
  12. I’m getting these weird symptoms. I should spend a few hours scouring the internet for all the possible diseases I might have. *cough*hypochondriac*cough*
  13. My friend is singing in a talent show. I’ll have to take the night off and watch her.
  14. Headache.
  15. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were all about TV. I better catch up on my gym time on Thursday.
  16. Friends want to go out for drinks. Drop everything!
  17. I start making Scrabble tile pendants to sell at the store. Boy, are they time consuming.
  18. Beach!
  19. Text wars.
  20. Slow day at the store. I should use the time to write but I’m so depressed about there being no customers than I can’t find the inspiration.
  21. Twitter! (2 hours later…)
  22. Facebook! (2 hours later…)
  23. Humor Train! (2 hours later…)
  24. Pintrest! (2 hours later…) Zombified.
  25. I should probably learn how to cook…burnt omelettes won’t get me far in life.
  26. I’m going to a dinner party and I need to bring an appy. Google search: cheap, quick, easy, fat-free appetizers for dummies!
  27. End of the month. I should probably do my bookkeeping.
  28. Friday night. Can’t stay in because it’s…well, Friday!
  29. Saturday night (please see above for Friday’s excuse)
  30. I’m too hungover.
  31. It’s so beautiful outside. I just want to tan for a little while first.
  32. My mom wants to do a girls shopping day in the states this weekend.
  33. I’m sick.
  34. Sunday. My one day off and my only chance to write…I spend an hour in front of the computer editing what I’ve already written. Time for some lunch…
  35. I feel inspired to write today. So I write a blog post about all the many ways I like to procrastinate.

I won’t bore you with the other 513…


A Manuscript Transformed

Someone once told me that the first book any author writes will wind up at the bottom of his or her desk, never to see the light of day, or a least not the inside of professional bindings. I was determined to prove that theory wrong. I spent three and a half years after graduating from college writing, editing, editing, editing, editing and editing my first novel. In those years, I managed to cut the book down from 138,000 words to 88,000 words – that’s 50,000 extraneous, useless, absolutely unnecessary words. The story was tight, just the way I’d hoped it would be at the end. I even started sending out my query letter to about seven or eight different agents (no bites, but I’m glad). Then I started to rethink it. This wasn’t going to sell. It wasn’t “up with the times.” It wasn’t even the genre I liked to read any more. So I made a decision, one that would ultimately make or break me as an author, and one that would undoubtedly set my life back a couple of years. I decided to lock my first book in a drawer, figuratively speaking, of course.

I wasn’t quite ready to give up on the world I’d created, so I wound up making extensive alterations to the original book. I changed the genre from magical to dystopian, the audience from  middle grade to teen, the perspective from third person to first person, and I ripped the entire plot to shreds. Most of the characters are still the same, and the setting is only altered due to the new plot restrictions. But now it is a brand new, much much better book. I can’t wait to finish it, not just to publish it, but also to read it myself 🙂