Hello, my thousands of blogglers (that is, those who ogle at blogs, i.e. you are currently in the process of ogling my blog, you are therefore a bloggler). Isn’t it fun when I make up words? I’m like Shakespeare in that respect.
As you can probably tell by my not-so-subtle featured image là-bas, I have decided to write a proper play, like a proper writer (as you can probably deduce, I am also shoving my Twitter account in all of your faces, in the most literal sense of the phrase. I have no shame) Look, Twitter is a scary place, so follow me if you’re lost…So, now that I’ve lost the intolerant half of my already depleted readership;
I’M WRITING A PLAY, MOTHERFLIPPERS.
That’s right. A play. It’s going to be really long. It’ll have words, characters and you will be able to print it out and hold it to your face because it’s still warm from the printer. I’m looking forward to that moment.
And I’m not going to cop out and say something like ‘Yeah, I always envisaged it as a shorter piece’, or ‘I wanted to leave my audience with a sense of emptiness, like they had been really cheated out of the second act. It’s really visceral, actually?’
So far, I have written a one-act play ‘Broken Record (Repeat to Fade)’ mm yeah loving those parentheses, a monologue and a 15 minute piece called ‘G’. Because one-letter titles are so indie, yeah? Oh, and about 7 ground-breaking blogposts. So now it’s time for something mega. My plan is to openly declare that I am going to do this on the Internet, in order to move it from being a decision, to an obligation. It’s self-inflicted negative reinforcement. If I don’t write this play, I face the humiliating experience of disappointing all three of my followers. And that’s even worse considering they’re all my close family members.
I thought it might be fun to share with you some of the things I do in order to procrastinate, and avoid writing at all costs. Any combative strategies would be greatly appreciated:
1. Sometimes I take all my make-up off and then re-do it as if I’m going to a ball. I then proceed stare at my reflection in the mirror and pull faces. It’s a very intricate and multi-layered process.
2. I sing to my cat. I like to time these serenades carefully with when he’s hungry and miaowing at me, so it’s like we’re doing a duet. That makes the procrastination ever more satisfying.
3. I catch up on ‘The Good Wife’. By this I mean; I binge-watch an entire series and then spend the rest of the day pretending to be Alicia Florrick.
4. I eat. Many, many food.
5. Go on Pinterest and then realise, 4 hours later, that I have wasted my entire day looking at vintage door-knobs.
‘But time spent looking at vintage door-knobs is never time wasted!’ I hear the Vintage Door-Knob and Accessory Association Ltd. cry in one deranged voice.
For the record, you may have already realised that, yes, blogging about procrastination is indeed a form of procrastination. That, my little chums, is what you call hiding behind your multi-layered irony. So, wish me luck, I am going to embark upon my masterpiece, and I’ll see you all on the opening night. Benedict Cumberbatch will also feature in some fashion. I don’t know how this will come to pass, but I’m trying the negative reinforcement thing again…Auf Wiedersehen, Pets!
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