I have no reason to procrastinate. I spent an hour or two last week discussing my short stories with my mom. After our discussion I went through the list of stories I have written and came up with a final list for my short story collection. Last night I copied each story I chose to its own Word file so I can start editing. In my opinion the stories are still pretty much just first, rough drafts. Some are more polished than others, but some are very rough around the edges. I want to do at least one rewrite, possible two, on every story and do up to three or four drafts of some of the roughest.
So, where to begin? I know, start at story #1 and do a second draft. If I feel momentum, I might write the third draft, but then move on to story #2 – I want to attack each draft with a fresh mind. Sounds easy.
Well, I had least a third of the stories in mind to include a few months ago. These were sure things. I had planned on editing them. Really. But it just never happened. I always said, “I can’t do it until I know all of the stories.” That was obvious just an excuse to procrastinate.
There were a few times I sat at my computer, opened up a file and was suddenly distracted. An hour later I came back only to be pulled in a different direction. Then an hour later, I turn on my electronics (musical instruments and such) and it is over, once the instruments are on there will be no writing or editing for the foreseeable future. Yes, I “get lost in the rock and roll and slip away,” though few would call the music I play “Rock and Roll”. Turning on my musical equipment ends any hope of doing anything the rest of the day besides playing music.
Why do I procrastinate so much? One thing is I hate, HATE editing. Writing is fun, editing is work. Doing a good job editing is hard work.
Another thing is, my mind sees this huge pile of stories and gets boggled. Yes, I know I can only edit one story at a time, one line at a time. Sometimes I think the brain is stupid. It sees a large task and instead of breaking it down and just getting started it pushes it back, I guess hoping it will go away. In the long run, that makes the task even bigger and harder which makes the brain push back more. Once started the task continues to get easier, but the brain doesn’t want to even start. Why does the brain do that? I wish I knew.
Anyway, so I have the stories lined up. Tonight I am going to start the editing process. I am. Really. Come on, stop saying that, I’m serious. Tonight will be the night….