The kitchen is tidy. Dishwasher and new cupboards are in, 1930s sink is out. Now, what about the novel? Amazed and dismayed to see it is over a year since I touched it. Thirteen months, 25 days and 15 hours to be precise. Fellow procrastinators look no further. This has to be the worst case. Almost done, I thought, 13 months, 25 days and 15 hours ago. But family situations interrupted…
That’s my excuse. What’s your excuse for:
– tanking the novel,
– ‘forgetting’ to go to the gym,
– or to change your diet, your hair, your home
– or to mend fences with family and friends
– or look for a better job?
13 months, 25 days, 15 hours and thirty minutes. I’m done with excuses. What about you?