When I began this blog with the intention of getting back into the practice of writing more regularly, it seemed a reasonable goal to write something a few times a week. Maybe I should reconsider what I thought "reasonable" might be? A month or more into it now, my last update was over three weeks ago. It's like having an online counter that displays the last time you went to the gym and worked out. The counter doesn't indicate all the times you planned to go to the gym or how many times you packed your duffel bag and put it in the car. Only actual calorie-burning sessions are recorded in this tally. It's a pretty grim accounting system.
I'm finding that I procrastinate writing because I know that to do it well requires thought, effort and sometimes extensive revision. I learned to write on paper, with multiple rough drafts scribbled and tossed. Writing online can obscure the process, and make me think it's much simpler than it really is. I actually like the hard copy drafts, with side-margin additions and circles around sentences, moving them here and there. The sense of process is clearly evident and it is so satisfying to move through the various messy drafts toward the final copy.
Online, the cursor moves forward, and then back as I delete. Cut and paste, replace, delete, all hidden from view. It's a cleaner process, but something is missing. Is my brain wired to write the way I learned 30 years ago?
Why do you procrastinate? Notice I didn't ask if you did or not.