Proscratination? Or is?

I have been writing, truly I have. Just not here on the blog. It has been rather difficult to get all those ideas to stop jumping around in my head, and settle somewhere peacefully in my mind where I can actually think of putting them together into something splendid and meaningful. I suppose it isn't really procrastination as much as what goes on in my head is part of the process. Maybe it all had to go round in my head before it can go round here.
It's rather like planting a garden. February is the time I started thinking of bushes and flowers and seeds and all that. I imagine a clump of chives would look just right at the edge of my front flower garden. Then I think those puffy lavender heads floating on green stems would look even more right at the edge of the fence. This goes on for a time before I can catch those visions and start mapping them out on paper.
It is a process, my own form of strategy before I actually start. It's the same way with words, thoughts and ideas. They need to jump around too, before I can start mapping them out on paper. Is it really procrastination. Or is procrastination, sometimes, really strategy?

Tis the Season of Beginnings.

2009 is almost through. I procrastinated joyfully until the end. Actually, I continue to do so. There are still 8 days left. The only blank page I have now is in my mind. It doesn't stay blank for long. I organize my ideas on paper, making notes, writing down ideas my own clipped way so that perhaps I can fashion something sooner or later. Or, discard in the rubbish bin if I so choose. Organization is the key for me. I need to put some order to these musings. A word, a phrase, a seemingly mindless meditation can be the spine of the next poem, short story or opinion. I love beginnings - as in the New Year coming next week. My resolution is to write in an organized manner; keep my thoughts and ideas from becoming one big jumbled pile of mush and fill up the pages with well thought out words that make sense. Order for 2010 will be order - as in organized. A place for everything, and everything in its place; especially those beloved words.

Procrastination

I usually leave everything until the last minute. I can always find something to get in my way: My own self doubts and disorganized mind, the ever present blank page, writer's block, mother's worry, teenage angst, whatever television show that is on - usually "House" or "Bones," maybe a cooking spree. Quite often though, I procrastinate with a book. A book for me is the worst. Nothing gets in my way like a good read. Luckily though, so far, I can come out of my procrastinating self relatively unscathed. As time would have it, I have another deadline looming, hovering and breathing down my neck. Ew. This work away weekend will not be the last, I am sure. Time to put the book away.

The room is muddled today, with thoughts all over it.
If one would settle itself down and start forming itself a little more,
perhaps the page scheme and come to life.
Names, directions, thoughts, feelings and all that good stuff we
like to read on pages, first fill the writer's mind with something as
clear as mud. As the particles start to dissipate, the pieces come together
clear and clearer as the page fills.
Could this be - the beginning of a story, a poem, an inspiration, yes.
It is the beginning of a idea. And, so it goes, on its way.

The Blank Page

A blank page or canvas is one of the most terrifying things.
Can it be filled with beauty and meaning, or just something to be thrown into the bin?
Writers write, right? Well, we all have to write something, sometimes. Does that make us all writers? Students, no matter what age, or grade have to write. Adults have to write notes, to do lists, reminders, memos and so on. We have to write correspondence, reports, projects, and anything our job requires.
The first blank page is intimidating, mystifying, exciting and humbling.
Even though we have the internet to type down our words faster than our brains can come up with them, there is nothing quite as satisfying as sitting down at a desk, with a lovely piece of paper and a good quality pretty pen and writing that first word.