It seems as if lately the only art I’m practicing is the art of procrastination.
There’s no art in going about your daily life and telling yourself you don't have time to write. The art is in pursuing other activities to keep from going about your daily life and telling yourself you don't have time to write.
Thus far in my procrastination, I have:
1. Read several books about writing.
2. Invited a dozen authors to guest host my other blog. Some ignored me; some accepted. I don't know why any author, particlularly those just starting out, would pass on the opportunity. Publicity is publicity, right? If you are a published author (self-published is fine) and would like to guest host Bertram's Blog, let me know.
3. Left comments on a couple of online writing forums.
4. Joined a writing discussion group (this is in addition to my own writing discussion group.)
5. Entered a writing contest even though I said I would never enter another one.
6. Researched book marketing for when/if I get published.
7. Signed up for Facebook, MySpace, and Shelfari. Wandered around the sites trying to figure out what to do with them (still have no clue). If you belong to any of these sites, please add me as a friend so I can procrastinate more!
8. Published an article about What Your Car Color Means on Squidoo.
9. Sent emails to a couple of epals.
10. Started this blog.
It would probably be easier just to sit down and write the novel, but where’s the art in that?
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