Choose Your Friends Wisely

I didn't have a whole lot of friends when I was in junior high, except for a few big names . . . Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke. They were my buddies because I kept my nose stuck in a book during those awkward years, and science fiction was my chosen genre.

I did have one friend, though, that's remained with me since then. You might have heard of him, too.
Procrastination.

Every writer, shoot, everyone hangs out with this fella. Everyday. Our friend Procrastination gets the best of each of us at some time or another, so there's no sense feeling guilty about it. Go ahead. Yuk it up for awhile. Swap a few stories. Share a cup of java.

Then tell your friend it's time to leave. Think about it. You don't allow other friends to suck the time out of your entire day. This one shouldn't either.

Don't worry about offending the poor little buddy. You can always invite Procrastination back when you're finished writing.