I re-arranged my study the other night, in the hopes that putting my desk on an angle in front of the corner near the bookshelf would induce a new wave of productivity and excitement within me. In some respect, I failed dismally. Even though I had a story to finish up and send off, I still managed to procrastinate from Wednesday afternoon right up until this weekend. I pictured myself failing before I'd even begun, despite the fancy new angle of my desk.
The good news is that I finally got my act together and edited the story... and it went a lot better than I had anticipated. Once I started the whole process of editing, it went incredibly smoothly. I fixed up bits that needed a good seeing-to and managed to work in hints for the plot with much more ease than I had imagined possible. And now I'm annoyed that I didn't start way back in the middle of the week, because who knows what I could have accomplished while I was buoyed up on this wave of positive thought?
Bah.
The good news is that I finally got my act together and edited the story... and it went a lot better than I had anticipated. Once I started the whole process of editing, it went incredibly smoothly. I fixed up bits that needed a good seeing-to and managed to work in hints for the plot with much more ease than I had imagined possible. And now I'm annoyed that I didn't start way back in the middle of the week, because who knows what I could have accomplished while I was buoyed up on this wave of positive thought?
Bah.
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