I’ll do it when I have more time. It’s always my excuse.
Talking about writing. I’ll do it when I’m not working a job I hate.
Finally working a job I love. I’ll do it when I’m not writing so much.
I respect people who battle their own minds. I can never seem to will that battle with mine.
I wish I had that drive people have. I’ve already come to forgone conclusion that I don’t have any drive in me.
You already know I’m a procrastinator. I’ve almost seemed to have been that when it comes to working this new found job that I love. As soon as I start, you can’t stop me.
It’s the starting that is the problem.
Wait, scratch that.
I guess I can’t say it’s a problem. There has not been a time yet that I haven’t made a paper deadline or been late with too many stories. I’ve left some on the sidelines so I could trying polishing the rest but I haven’t been to the point where I didn’t have more than enough of my work to go around.
But that is work. That is getting paid to write. That is doing the job I love and having something else drive me.
That has been another ‘I’ll do it when…’.
When I get paid to write fiction; brilliant, brilliant fiction, then I’ll work harder. Then I will have more drive. Then I will…
If not know, when? When will the ‘doing it when’s stop?