Crazily busy with uni work and now a third job I am learning the discipline of time management, and I still manage to give myself realistic amounts of time to get work done.
The only problem is that it takes half of that time to even start.
(Even now I sit here procrasta-blogging, but maybe I am simply reflecting, and hoping that this practice will inspire me to get straight onto things)
I know I worry about things too much. I want them to be perfect, but why does that mean I cannot start earlier?
I have and always will admire people who throw themselves into things (another reason why I find the image of being a writer an authentic one). Shutting themselves away, and becoming so involved that everything else stops.
Enough rant. Now I should get started on what I really have to do.