The Daily Post asks bloggers . . . What have you been putting off doing? Why?
I was actually going to put together a list of things I have been putting off doing, but I think I will wait for another day.
There used to be a commercial for Heinz ketchup . . . “Anticipation, it’s making me wait.”
My theme song should be: Procrastination, it’s making me wait.
I don’t really have a Bucket List, but there are some things I would like to eventually do before I die.
I really want to win the lottery. I want to prove that having too much money won’t corrupt me. I suppose I should buy a lottery ticket every day, though, to improve my chances of winning. Maybe I’ll buy one tomorrow.
I want to write a Broadway Musical. This is somewhat problematic given that I have little musical talent. I played piano centuries ago when I was young and clarinet and saxophone in high school. But I never played any instrument well. I can’t sing. I can’t even carry a tune in a suitcase. The last time I sang in front of other people, my son almost had a stroke. But I digress.
I do consider myself adept at lyrics–not singing them, but writing them. For years I have changed the lyrics of other songs, ala Weird Al Yankovic, for humorous purposes. I have composed a couple of tunes . . . but to give you an idea how long ago that was, they were written on a Mac+ computer.
Perhaps someday, I’ll get around to finishing that Broadway show.
But one item that I have procrastinated on, which I hope is the one I will most likely succeed in finally accomplishing, is writing AND publishing a novel.
I actually have three in various stages of editing (and ideas for half a dozen others). . . one was originated on that Mac + computer back in 1991.
I’m not really sure why I can’t complete one of these projects. To some degree, I guess I lose interest. It takes a long time to put together a book!
My most recent effort is a novel about the end of times. I know. It’s been done to death. It’s as old as the end of time. Pardon the puns. But so far as I can tell from my Google research and reading, the angle I am taking is pretty unique. But at one point, I was starting to have weird dreams, and bad things seemed to be happening in my life, and as soon as I stopped writing it, the dreams and bad luck stopped as well.
Just the other night, I decided to make another push to return to writing this novel. I was doing some research and watching a YouTube video about the end of times. When I finished, I was going to go to bed. I stopped at the kitchen sink to get a drink of water and I happened to look at our thermometer. It’s one of those electronic monitors that shows outside and inside temperatures. The outside temperature was 66 degrees. It just got my attention for some reason and I looked at it more closely.
You guessed it. It was 66.6 degrees.
Maybe my novel can wait after all.