It’s a bight and clear sunny day and I’m sitting in front of my computer with my cursor blinking before my eyes. I know that it’s going to be a slow pace today because every time I look at the cursor it seems to slow down without warning. It keeps blinking, and blinking and yet I don’t write anything. I place my document into focus mode, but because of my tendency to look out of windows, I don’t proceed with focusing. I stare out the large, glass window of my dorm room and I wish that I had something to write.
I do have something to write, but I’m not writing it. Instead, I wish instead of following my own advice, waiting for something to make my heart bleed with passion. This is a mistake. I shouldn’t have waited. I let one hour go by. Two hours. Three. My document is as blank as it could ever be and I’m not doing anything about it.
This, my friends, is called procrastination. As a college student I have mastered the art of procrastination to the point where all I can do is procrastinate, and it has become a very deadly habit. It will kill me one day if I don’t change my ways and it could kill you too right when you don’t expect it.
If you were to ask me how my writing is going I would say, “Terribly,” because that’s the fact. Writing is hard. I state that boldly under the name of this blog, but I haven’t given up yet. No, not yet. There is passion within my bones that cannot cease, and I will boldly go where I have never been. I am fully aware that there is a lot that goes into being a writer, published or not. Procrastination shouldn’t kill us writers.
So write on, and stop procrastinating (or try not to)!