At this moment, I am three books, an episode of “This is US,” a season of “The Great British Bake Off,” and a bar (yes, a whole bar) of dark chocolate deep into procrastination. It is bad, people. So bad.
My can’t evens are outnumbered only by the number of YouTube videos of Hip Hop and R&B songs from the late 1990s that I just watched.
It is only Wednesday and I have lost the ability to put cohesive thoughts together. I open the books I am supposed to be reading and my eyes just close (not because of the books…they are excellent). I try to have conversations with my family that turn into odd looks and “Are you sure you’re alright?”s. I take a moment to organize my scattered mind and there’s just silence. I have resorted to setting alarms for various normal everyday things I am supposed to be doing because, right now, I am apparently losing my ever-loving mind.
And now, there is this little icon on my WordPress page that demands I “Write.” But all I can do is “Write” about how much I can’t “Write.” That tiny, insignificant button is haunting, taunting, and daunting me.
So I fall back on the old adage, “write what you know.” Yes, you’re right, it was only last week that I disparaged this very idea, but desperate times and all…
When it comes to what I know and what I want to know, that can be summed up in two words: books and libraries. I have a small, inconsequential, un-intrusive, and healthy obsession with both. (*ahem*) I know this because my husband says encouraging things like, “Do you really have to go to the library, again, *right* now?” Or my son will say, “Wow, I already have too many books.” Or one of the girls will say, “Mom, why did you tell Dad we were going to the grocery store when really we are at the library?” See?! All perfectly normal.
Before you start planning my intervention, wait until you see these fantastic books that combine the objects of my obsession. Here books about libraries. Reading about libraries?! It’s perfect.
And now I am a “quick” trip to the library deep into procrastination!