A few years back a friend of mine introduced me to Tim Urban and his Instant Gratification Monkey. Well, not his personal IGM of course (though you can catch a glimpse if you watch the TED talk) but the concept of why some of us procrastinate even to our detriment.
If you’ve never heard of the IGM or the Panic Monster, you should check it out because it’s hilarious. And scarily true. I’ve rarely met a creative person who doesn’t have a very active IGM.
Grammar jokes and Star Wars… perfect.
My writing daemon is a bit put out at the moment. In fact both he and my craft daemon are giving me the frown. See they just don’t like this earning a living malarkey if it doesn’t involve them.
To their credit, they have gotten pretty good recently at time-sharing my attention. Gone are the days when one would lure the other into a holding cell and lock the door to stake out a few weeks or months of dominance. They do however, still resent the day-job and the part of my brain that likes what it gets to do at work.
It’s not like I’m completely neglecting them. Weaving is happening after hours and editing during lunch breaks, so I think they’re being churlish.
I took myself off to a cafe to write today and decided I’d have pancakes with bacon and eggs. I like the yolk to have somewhere to go other than the plate and, after placing my eggs onto the pancakes for this reason, I looked down and thought my breakfast looks surprised.
You can decide for yourself if you agree…
I went on to write 1,000 words after my food. Sadly I also deleted 1,000 words so kind of came out even for the day!