If procrastination were an art I’d be Picasso. I have a myriad of forms and techniques to delay and fail at achieving my goals.
Each year it seems like I do the same damn thing. I make a New Year’s resolution: Run a marathon, learn a second language, write a novel. And by using my glorious skill of procrastination, before February rolls around, I’ve got my feet on the coffee table, a bowl of potato chips in my lap.
But putting off writing is where I truly shine. When it comes to writing, I do the worst kind of procrastination. I productively procrastinate.