I’m not only the queen of procrastinators, I also tend to bury my head in the sand when a situation calls for courage.
Since I finished my manuscript (middle grade fiction) I’ve been busy … waiting around until I find the courage to submit it. The excuses for my inertia are (more or less) good and plentiful:
- I first need to find the “right” agent
- I haven’t had time to read through the whole book of “Guide to finding an agent”
- I’m reviewing my manuscript
- I’m waiting to get feedback from the three people who said they would read my “book”
- My child needs me
- I need to write a blog first
- My dog is sick
- Chores, chores, and more chores until the cows come home… and beyond
- Spring cleaning
- I feel sick
- I need to re-write the first couple of pages but… haven’t had the time yet
The list can go on at will, until …. Today (!) when I’ve decided that enough is enough (yet another platitude, I know…) and that I better get to it.
The best way to short-circuit my procrastination has always been setting a deadline. I did that to leave Switzerland and singlehandedly move myself to the United States, I’ve used the trick for signing up for college after age 50 (where I was served with piles of deadlines…) and I’m using it again today.
I give myself until the end of the week
Re-writing the opening page
Writing a query
Making a plan about which agent I will query first
Oh man, that sand sure feels gritty between the teeth… 🙂