Today is May Day. It’s supposed to mark the end of the winter part of the year so spring and sunshine is hopefully right around the corner. For me, I have made a bold pledge for May – No Procrastination.
Now, I love procrastination. If I could, I’d marry it. It’s a throwback to my college days when I couldn’t control much but my laziness, ha, that I had covered. But six years later it’s not so fun. I spend way too much time doing the proverbial “nothing” and no longer feeling entertained by it. So in May I’m going to put an end to the wasting of time – get my desk at work spotless enough to tell its a desk, get back into the gym routine so those endorphins will make me all happy and shiny, and finish the novel I’m working on right now since I’ll have all this free time.
The pancakes today were not all that helpful with my word count. Not that its their fault – they were as golden and buttery as ever. And the atmosphere was great, general clinking, generic white noise. There was even a little flirting going on – of course it was with the 4-year-old boy next to me who liked my shiny iPhone but hey, I’ll take what I can get. No, today I introduced a friend to IHOP’s power. It was a win-win: she got into the writing grove and I got to show the waitresses that I’m not an anti-social quack. Who could ask for anything more?