I’m so bold.  I just realized I never posted yesterday’s scribble, though I had it written and ready to go (besides adding a photo) by 7 pm last night.

Oops.

It’s a funny thing, but if you read that post and see where I finished it and then check the title, you might think it’s fairly obvious procrastination won (even though going for a walk in the evening sun isn’t such a bad thing).

But the truth of it all is that I actually sat at my little laptop for the evening and worked on several different blogs and was seriously productive.

Win!  (It doesn’t happen very often in this kind of scenario.)

It’s a funny thing but I always feel an immense satisfaction after an hour or two of solid writing.  The intense level of resistance beforehand must in some way be responsible for feeling so good afterwards; it’s always so hard to just get started, anything and everything seems more enticing and easier than trying to write an article or a blog-post.

Once I get going, it’s usually works out fine (except for the paid one I did the other day which was impossibly difficult, but that was mainly to do with a lack of information around the topic I had to write about).

Once finished, it’s a great feeling.  I might have done a day’s work in the restaurant, gone exercizing and worked on the website.  But it’s never quite the same feeling unless I’ve done my writing too.

Which seems to be a clear message that I should stop procrastinating so often and just do it!

But it’s never that easy.  Just like a mother apparently forgets the pain of childbirth (the human race would probably never have got past Adam and Eve otherwise) so too I forget the wonderful benefits of regular writing on my soul.

An odd analogy, perhaps, but you get my point: writing is good for me and I should do more of it.

So I’m going to go sit at my little laptop again and try to magic up some more creative goodies to share with you all.  And on that note…

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx