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Procrastination is the fear of success. People procrastinate because they are affraid of the success that they know will result if they move ahead now. Because success is heavy, carries a responsibility with it, it is much easier to procrastinate and live on the "someday I'll" philosophy.

I'm convinced that Denis Waitley lives in my head. Because when I read things like this, I see myself so clearly in them, that honestly, they had to have been written for me.

Which incidentally reminds me of something that's been going on at work lately, which doesn't put me in a better mood.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is, I've given myself until tomorrow at bedtime to send my novel (finished or otherwise) to Ali's agent friend. So what am I doing?

• I'm creating another blog for work stuff.
• I'm working too many hours and not writing during my shifts (not entirely my fault).
• I'm spending all day at my inlaws, and not bringing my book with me to work on.
• I'm updating this blog.
• I'm signing up for SHINE Online, a blogging contest kind of like NaNoWriMo.

I am not, however, writing.

Procrastination, and the fear that fuels it, is my ball and chain, dragging me down into the depths of "you'll never be good enough, so why bother?"

And now, I think I'm going to go take a shower, instead of writing. Or cleaning the house, which will force me to take off time from writing to do tomorrow.

Today is not a good day.

Houseguests and Cementing my Place in Hell

Lois Griffin: Stewie why don't you play in the other room?
Stewie Griffin: Why don't you burn in hell?

~Family Guy

My husband has his best friend here for the week. Which is fine, in theory. In theory, that means that the Captain of Nosy and Annoying will be occupied, and will leave me alone to write.

I never much believed in theories.

Instead, I've spent the last few days between work and the couch, watching the two of them stare at the television, like there isn't a great wide world out there for them to go explore. Annoying, yes, but nothing that I feel that I can get righteously irritated about, as they're technically not bothering me.

Unless breathing counts.

Speaking of righteous, I've picked a topic for my book. It's not any that I've outlined previously (because that would be too easy), but instead it stems from a conversation that may or maynot have been fueled by alcohol at three in the morning with a friend of mine. It's about the half-human daughter of the devil, who decides she wants to go to college on Earth.

I expect the Crazy!Christians to start lighting my front lawn on fire any day now.

Particularly because I will be (and already have done) putting words in not only the mouth of God, but of Jesus as well, and making Satan look more like a guy with a shitty job than the Emperor of the Damned.

Really, it's about a girl forced to redefine right and wrong, and learn what it means to be human. Kind of like Harry Potter.

At least, Harry and Eden's authors are similar in the fact that they will have insane crazies throwing eggs at their cars.

Should be fun!