Procrastination Fu
On weekends, I hoover and my partner cleans the bathroom.
Since we live in a two-bedroom flat, hoovering doesn’t take long. But the thought of hoovering presses on me for several days. Which is okay because I eventually do it, and then I feel great.
I haven’t hoovered yet. It’s 10pm.
In the meantime, I have:
-sent a sample of a novel (a different one) to a new publisher
-discovered another writer in Canberra and exchanged details through several emails
-dusted
-finished moving into the flat (after eight months of marriage, my partner still had stuff in boxes).
-moved our big heater down several stairs into storage, and brought up the fan.
-fixed two household items
-shaved my legs
-helped husband through the trauma of letting some of his stuff go to Vinnies
-brushed the cat
-done my first full half hour of exercise this month
-written this blog entry.
Ain’t procrastination grand? I’d never get anything done without it.
Felicity Banks 
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