Procrastination is a great thing, as I may have mentioned before. I know many of you think otherwise, but you’re all wrong. Not writing can easily be as useful as bleeding over twenty paragraphs of carefully crafted text.
So if I’m not writing, what am I doing? Well, as that’s the theme of my A to Z challenge, I’ll tell you.
I do many things. But one of the things that I like to do fairly regularly is walk. Writing is almost entirely arse based and as I’m sure you’re all aware, that’s not a good thing. Walking gets you up off that fat arse and gets the blood pumping. But it’s not just walking, it’s thinking.
When I used to do normal jobs I’d walk to work. It was about two miles there and two miles back so I got plenty of exercise and was as thin as a stick. Still thought I was fat though. But it really was just a case of getting from A to B.
Working from home means that when I go for a walk now, it’s a much more deliberate act. Part of it is about keeping fit, but part of it is also thinking time. And thinking time is a vital part of any writing process. As procrastination methods go it’s practically the holy grail. It keeps you from writing whilst being incredibly useful at the same time.
The only problem with walking is, it’s hard. I also have to contend with the weather which is fine when it’s autumn/winter, when I get to wear my favourite hat and my big warm coat, or even in summer, when I look awful in a tee shirt, but at least I know what to wear.
Spring hates me and I hate spring. It’s an awful time of year with it’s stupid, clocks going forward, moment that leaves me feeling tired until September and the bloody stupid way it goes running heedlessly toward summer like it’s a long lost aunt arriving at the station with presents and toffees. I BLOODY HATE SUMMER! But what I hate most about spring, is it’s utter lack of direction with regard to the weather.
You never can tell if a spring day is going to be warm or cold. Even if you look out the window and it’s sunny it could still be freezing. Conversely it might look overcast but be boiling hot. Or you might be especially lucky and get one of those days where it rains while being too warm to wear a coat and carrying a brolly on a two mile walk leaves you sweating and looking ridiculous as you hold your umbrella aloft to keep you dry while the sweat drips down you sopping wet head and into your eyes.
And that’s why B is for Belgian Buns. I walk a regular route though the park and up to the main road where the cake shop is. My reward for getting out of the house, for doing a bit of exercise, for being a writer, is a lovely sticky Belgian Bun.
Belgian Buns are a great way to avoid writing. Your hands are too sticky to pick up a pen or type so you have no choice but to take your time and enjoy the fruity pastry. I recommend you wash it down slowly with a nice cup of tea or coffee and have a jolly good think about that story of yours and what you can do, that begins with C, to avoid writing it tomorrow.