Procrastination Tango

Because it's easy to write a poem about procrastination when you have other things to do and miles to go before sleep.

Procrastination Tango

Hi there, pile of work. I know your due date is looming,

So I’ll do you tomorrow.

But tomorrow I have to work and work out and

Go visit that friend who feels so neglected

And butt hurt, so I’ll do you the day after, even though

That is the day before the day you’re to be done by.

Hi there, sweet pile of work, I haven’t forgotten you.

Not really, you're always in the left back corner of my mind

next to shoes, shopping lists, and emails I need to send next week,

But there’s that special on the history channel

And I think it would make me smarter to know about history,

And I really like to know about ancient battles

(so I can sound smart and interesting at parties).

So you’ll get done tomorrow morning.

I’ll get up early and make some coffee,

Except we don’t have any more coffee,

So I’ll make tea, and sit in my thick knit sweater

And do you, my dear work, and look bohemian with my tea

And my sweater and my glasses,

all responsible and on top of things so early in the morning.

Oh dear, my pile o’ paperwork! I slept in and now I have to go to work work,

But you’re due today, though my boss is out of town on business,

So it won’t kill her if you get done tonight after I get home.

Except that I’ll need to eat dinner with my sweetheart,

And I deserve a break after working all day, right?

So I’ll just watch this half hour show and sit down

With my computer and a big bottle of water.

I’ll listen to my music and plow right through,

Except the album I just imported is missing artwork

So I need to get that or it’ll bug me all night.

Ok, now that’s in order, but my desk is a mess.

Ok, now that’s in order, but I need to post something on the facebook.

Ok, now that’s in order, but I have to send out an email.

Ok, now it’s all in order, and I can work!

I need to pee…

There Is No Future But The One We Make

I have been walking two roads. Or a road with a fork in it, where I have sat at the cross roads and hedged my bets about which road to take...the one with more security and where I go to grad school next January? I can't seem to know what's good for me, because every time I go toward OT school, I end up with a gut wrenching anxiety about the whole thing. The other is the road I want to take- the one that looks like I'm heading up a mountain without a sherpa. What can I say, that road makes me light up when I talk about it...the one where I figure out how to write for a living. I'm starting.

When Jonathan Coulton, one of my favorite musicians, decided to become a musician he was challenged to write and publish a song a week. Now, I don't know if writing a story a week will produce something good ( I might end up with 52 Mr. Fancy Pants before he got the Zen Drum), but I think it will definitely build out my portfolio and build my writing muscles which have atrophied in the past two years where I haven't written one original thing on my own in ages. I've been writing on the IK team and working with a friend on a cheesy romance novel. Both projects are going well, but I need to do something, something that's mine, something to shake off the fog in my brain.

Booyah.