By Leisha Maw
This morning I woke up to a cat fight. Again. I then lay in bed for forty-five minutes avoiding the day. The alarm started going off. I snoozed it. It went off for thirty minutes. I snoozed it every three minutes. Pathetic? Yup.
As I lay there--arms crossed, frown marring my face--I had a thought. Now, to those of you who know me this in and of it self may be quite surprising, but yes I had a thought, and it turned into a conversation with me.
Me 1: I do this with my writing!
Me 2: Do what?
Me1: Snooze it.
Me 2: Say what? You need more sleep. Turn off the alarm. Again.
Me 1: No. Listen to me. I've been snoozing my writing all week. It's Friday, and I haven't made any progress.
Me 2: You deserved a break.
Me 1: For a week?
Me 2: Sure.
Me 1: Pshha! Whatever. Get out of bed right now and get to work! Don't make me make you!
Me 2: All right. Sheesh. Get ornery and everything.
Anywho, after I finished arguing with myself, I did get up, and I'd like to think it was more than slipping out from under the covers and trudging downstairs to get kids ready for school. I think it was a wake-up call for my writing. I didn't consciously realise how I'd been snoozing it. I found other things that seemed important. Now, some were honest things and did need my attention, like my family and breathing, but I don't think I really needed to watch Superhumans last night. Or NCIS, or check my email 8,000 times. I don't think I even needed to run those extra virus scans. I just wanted distractions to make me feel like I was working, when I was snoozing my writing.
So, I vow to kill the snooze button. I will write. And after I write, I just might take a nap. *Grumbles under breath about cat.*
What do you do to snooze your writing?