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?