I am no different. I do not procrastinate much with regard to my work - I mean my "real job" - although there are some tasks that are not my favorites. I'm even good with my play - In fact, that may be the only time when I never procrastinate. I'm always up for play!
But I find that my writing can easily take a back burner. (Which may be the reason why many times I sit down here and instead of writing begin reading and pretty soon, time has flown and I no longer have the time to write my blog update.)
Now, I do want to be clear. Not all of my writing is at risk. Sitting down and writing a chapter or scene for a novel is joy, pure and simple and I can always find time for that. But now comes the time when I've finished my novel. Finished the rough draft, the editing, the second editing, the third . . .well you get the idea. It's done. I've had my critique group read it, sent it off to several authors for reading, made more changes. Had it read by a published author who has given her blessing to approach her publisher using her name and now, after all that - I'm procrastinating.
All I have to do is take the already written query letter, attach the already written synopsis and the first three chapters, put them into an e-mail and hit the send button. That's it. Nothing more. Yet, I've been procrastinating for more than a week. And because I've spent this time writing, I can now procrastinate one more day, because I'm late for a birthday party. My how time flies!
Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow.