The daily transition from not-writing to writing is one I've struggled with for years, and based on questions my clients have asked, I'm clearly not the only one. My zero drafts on the subject have led me to some interesting places, and I'm hoping this week to publish a piece or two about what I've discovered.
But today, alas, the salient transition is from hard-drinking, minimal-sleeping vacation back to normal life, and boy oh boy is that proving to be a harder transition than I had planned.
In the piece I published here about procrastination, I asserted that procrastination serves as a means to avoid feeling the uncomfortable feelings that arise around trying to do creative work.
So my question today: is it still called procrastination if the feeling you are trying to avoid is that of your sleep-deprived, recently booze-soaked brain trying to re-expand back into its normal shape inside your skull?
I will here propose that there may be a certain utility in choosing not to feel certain things.
(Uggh.)
Next time I choose to flagellate my brain in this manner, please remind me to schedule a vacation day to recover from my vacation.