The Queen of Procrastination
A horrid little word. Procrastination. Horrid, because it is negative and because I truly am the Queen when it comes to it. How I long to be unaffected by this but maybe now it's just not my time to shine. Everything is going against me -at least that's how I see it -life in general and some big changes are approaching and once again I find myself staring into the void between myself and the keyboard. No words flow. On the plus side I have ideas thrashing around in the stormy depths of my mind. When I have my moments of panic -the ones where you think, "Right, that's it, I'll never be a writer in a million years," my inner voice takes over and it's rather calming. It tells me not to panic. It says I have plenty of time and I'll get there. Essentially it removes the pressure. Trouble is, do I believe in this voice or is it simply procrastination wearing its hooded cloak, creeping back into my psyche. I've decided to be cautious and give myself an