There’s an art to procrastinating. It’s handed down from mother to daughter, or—in my case, from grandmother to granddaughter. I created this blog because I’m a procrastinator. For months, I’ve been planning to do this. Friends have encouraged me, but I’ve put it off. Too many other things crowded my schedule and I used those obligations to push back creating a blog.
I should be writing the next chapter in my current novel-in-progress. Instead, I’ve spent the better part of a day toggling between screens trying to figure out why the changes I keep making in my template aren’t showing up. Technology and I are not always on speaking terms. Don’t get me wrong. I love my laptop. But new programs often drive me crazy! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been tempted to get out a piece of notebook paper and a pencil, especially when I needed a chart or table. Sometimes old school is the best school.
This is my first post, so if you visit again, please be patient. The lines may not match up and the subject may be obscure, but I’ll keep plugging away until I get it right.