The hard slog 


Looking at this gorgeous tree it’s hard to believe editing your own manuscript could be hard.

I’m lying on our trampoline, just woken from a snooze and early spring sun is shining. My gum tree is full of birds feeding on blossom and bugs.

What could be so tough?

Truth is that I’m exhausted. Ten days into my ‘chapter a day’ and I’m tired.

Procrastinatory Disease

photoConditions are perfect – heater is ramped up to keep-me-toasty, oil burner is warming make-me-concentrate, stereo is blaring best-beats-for-study – yet I am distracted.

Is it that creepy little migraine that snuck in during the night that I can’t seem to beat away with a good stick of pain killer? Or is it the unwillingness to finish this assignment? Or the dark grey sky pelting out rain and hail making me wish I was under a doona with a fire burning, a warm cup of hot chocolate in one hand, a book in the other (and nodding off when I felt like it)?

Whatever it is, I have to push through. Due dates don’t move.

Do you suffer from a procrastinatory disease?