Deadlines and How I continue to Shirk them

Good Evening my little bacon dumplings!

Due to technical difficulties, my intended posts have not been uploading. I believe that the problem exists between chair and computer rather than a technical conspiracy. I'm already afraid of my computer, so I will not be exploring that idea further. Seriously. I don't trust machines that think. Were my haunted typewriter more convenient, and not haunted, I'd use it. There's something reliable and comforting about pounding on the rigid keys, slinging the shuttle back and forth. I digress.

Ask any of my professors and they will tell you that all of my projects were handed in at the eleventh hour. Deadlines act like a mental block, erasing all thought that may have been in place before I was told when it had to be done. My mind goes blank and what I do write seems  juvenile.  Since I was a child learning the rules of grammar, arguably so I could ignore them later, I have constructed complex and interesting sentences. See Spot Run is not in my repertoire.  My life would be easier if it was, but I'm not really a dog person anyway.

When I kickstarted this blog, it was my intention to post something pithy/thoughtful each day. During my day, I make notes and start to pull apart my opinions. Each day, I come home with new scraps of paper tucked into my tiny composition notebook. I open a new Word doc, and then... nothing.

Tonight, I find myself at home with just the cats and a whole world at my fingertips. I'm having a field day. So Far, I've filled one mini notebook with comments about things I've found in the weird recesses of the interwebs. For once, I didn't stumble on a single kitten. Shocking. Seeing how neglected this project has become has been the nudge I needed to get back on track. Once I wrap up this update, it's straight to working on Memento Mori. Very excited.

The desk arrives Saturday morning and I'm so excited I could spit. My inability to keep to a deadline is very connected to my lack of discipline. I bought myself a Queen Anne desk in lovely shape and am looking forward to hours parked at it. I am hoping that once I'm working everyday I'll learn to meet deadlines. The characters won't stop screaming at me. The only way to shut them up is to write... It's all very connected.

So, for tonight, I leave you with this: How does one sit at a desk without a chair? If you figure it out, let me know. I got nothin'.