the hell of revisions
I’ve been procrastinating for the better part of three hours. I lie to myself and say, it’s just news (shouldn’t a person stay informed?), it’s just industry stuff (shouldn’t a writer keep up with lit. news?), or it’s just email (am I supposed to ignore my friends?) Finally, I get up, get coffee and sit back to sip it, even though I’m supposed to be off the devil’s drink at the moment. Then a little mosquito starts pestering me. I swat at it. It comes back. I nearly spill my coffee on the laptop trying to get rid of it. Then it occurs to me it’s a divine sign: stop wasting time, get back to revising your draft. And, I ask you, who am I to ignore heavenly warnings?