Writer’s Block: How I Procrastinate

Writing is hard.  If you don’t do it, you get backed up. You feel like you need to write but can’t. And when I can’t, that’s when I start looking for a new notebook, a fresh start.  I wouldn’t say I have writers’ block.  I’m just out of practice. I have neglected journaling. I believe keeping a diary is a great way to just keep the words flowing.

I have spent my holiday vacation at my parents’ house. My time here seems to be hindering my writing, and the plans for writing I am supposedly making. I did the majority of the cooking during the last few days. I can still smell a hint of onion on my fingertips from making the green beans yesterday.

Even though all the holiday cooking is finished,  I feel the need to be a busybody and help around the house. The snow outside is just calling me, asking me to shovel it. I don’t want to, I really don’t. I probably will anyway (I’m hoping I won’t). I’m wondering if getting hypnotized has anything to do with this.

The past semester I’ve been concerned about my laziness, and inability to get important things done. So, I got hypnotized by a therapist. Ever since then, I’ve been an efficient little busybody. The irony in it all is that I have not written anything since I stepped foot in the hypnotist’s office.

I have gone to such great lengths to avoid writing. It’s like all of this busy work is helping me procrastinate even more. I’m clearly not making writing important.

A few weeks ago, I decided I wanted to start my book come new years day.  500 words per day. Seems quite reasonable, right?  Yet I haven’t got any of the plot worked out. Actually, I haven’t even thought about the storyline of my novel since I boarded a plane to North Carolina. This blog is the only thing I have written since I arrived. I still have one week left of my vacation. Maybe I can get some writing done.