Ahh, the safe confines of home. The childhood smells; laundry, mince, my brother’s feet… Yes, I am at home, but no, the sweet floating memories of my childhood have not inspired me one bit. I have written a grand total of zilch for the past two weeks. I put it down to the excessive hours waitressing at my local café (28-30 hours a week) and the sudden requirement that I spend my few days off amusing my younger sister. Not that I can entirely complain – free cinema tickets and shopping money are never something to complain about. Unfortunately, while I have been quite busy, I have had some time to write. I have spent that time doing the things that all procrastinators like to practice. Here are a few examples:
- Hmm, should I try and write my fantabulous next novel I haven’t yet thought of? Well…I think I should check Facebook first – just in case I get into the flow and forget later.
- Why don’t I read the paper (or a book, or TV) to get some inspiration?
- Is it noon already? Time for lunch and a ‘break’.
If you’d like to add to the list, feel free to comment. Though I’m not sure helping me procrastinate is the best idea…
Until next time. Cheerio xx
 Let me note: this has NEVER happened – how could anyone forget to check Facebook? But then, I’m not sure if I’ve ever overcome procrastination number 1…
 Watch TV, of course. Have you ever tried reading one? Very boring.
 The paper is actually a good idea, just as long as you actually take note of the interesting stories and don’t skip straight to the lifestyle section.
 When I will hopefully have something actually interesting to say, or at least done something other than sit on my arse all day.