Right about now I should be packing for a 14 day trip. I leave tomorrow. And OMG, I don’t even know where to begin…so I guess I won’t begin at all. I will consciously procrastinate. I will blog for the first time in about a month.
Recently I saw a friend’s post on Twitter, talking about how writers have gone face first down the slippery slope of writing less with all the new social networking tools. Are we all getting lazy? In 2003 I wrote a book. In 2004-05, I was writing a column for CosmoGirl magazine. In 2006 I got serious about lengthy monthly e-newsletters. 2007 was a big year for regular blog postings from all across the nation…I refused to go to bed without letting you all know about my day’s insanity. And then this year, I met my fateful love Twitter. On this Fall’s speaking tour, I’ve been posting 140 character updates from anywhere and everywhere in this crazy nation. From crazy travel woes to incredible tales of women learning to fight back, you’ve all read about it…in real time, no less. See how the progression flows? It’s getting shorter, more immediate and super lazy.
But alas, over the past year or two I’ve learned a lot about self-care…especially when traveling to 30 cities in 2.5 months. I’ve learned that sometimes, something’s gotta give. I’ve come to realize that I’m a pretty sucky speaker when I’m sleep deprived and running ragged. So if a random boxing match between sleep and blogging breaks out, sleep is gonna win. If that’s lazy, then throw me in the slothy slammer.
OK, I just killed 20 minutes writing about how little I’ve been writing. And I still have to pack for a 14 day trip. Procrastination can be so unfullfilling. I’ll try to blog more this week and actually say something interesting.