Earl Grey and Procrastination

A friend of mine told me the other day, that in order to figure out what to write about, I need to sit down with a cup of earl grey tea, and just let it come out.

Well, I'm sitting here with my cuppa, and all that's coming out is a new blog about procrastinating. Someone once said (possibly Woody Allen, but he's quoted with, well, everything, so who knows) that "procrastination is like masturbation; in the end, you're just screwing yourself." However, he also said "don't knock masturbation, it's sex with someone I love". So really, he seems to be of two minds of the subject.

Contrary to the way it sounds, my subject is not masturbation.

It's writing a novel. Probably not "the Next Great American", or even a runaway hit like the Twilight saga. If I ever get it done, the odds of it becoming just one more book on a dusty back shelf of a privately owned book store (or worse, a bargain bin pick up at Barnes & Noble), are pretty good.

Oddly enough, I kind of like that idea, though.

The mental image of me walking through a tiny, dimly-lit shop one day a hundred years from now, and seeing my book on a shelf, the spine cracked and the cover art muted with time and light damage. My little mark on the world, there for some brave soul to pick up and flip through, transporting them to another place, another time, another life.

It's a pretty picture in my head, looking at that cover.

Too bad I have no idea what's on it.