1. Cleaning the house. Procrasti-cleaning. Rearranging the pantry, catching sight of my laptop and feeling guilty about the book, then distracting myself by organising my wardrobe.
2. Writing this blog post. Also, writing pretty much anything that isn’t my book. I have finished an article that is due in mid-November. This never happens.
3. Baking chocolate banana cake, apple muffins sourdough bread, lasagne and homemade pasta.
3. Crocheting like a boss.
4. Watching Unreal.
5. Reading a LOT. Surely this counts, right? And actually reading with the view to learn, so lots of taking notes and highlighting passages. Lots of research for the book, not a lot of actual writing of the book.
6. Buying books about writing and using Australia Post as an excuse not to write the book, because I can’t possible start writing if I haven’t read Bird by Bird yet, right?
7. Playing play dough with my kids. They have benefitted greatly from my epic procrasination.
Writing a book is harder than I thought, you guys. I have done about 5,000 out of the target of 80,000. I am aiming to write a shitty draft then refine it later, but it’s even hard to write a shitty draft. Two children, a job and too many commitments does not make for a productive writer.
But! I am attempting to let things go in order to write. I want my legacy to be a bloody book, not the fact that I was always up to date with the washing and dutifully scraped weetbix off the table every day. Even if no one reads it. Especially if no one reads it.