Creative Procrastination
by Linda Rodriguez
People have been known to ask me how I get so many different
things done. After I do a double-take, trying to see who they were talking to
(because it certainly couldn’t be me with the huge, never-finished to-do list),
I reply that I do it by not doing what I was supposed to do.
things done. After I do a double-take, trying to see who they were talking to
(because it certainly couldn’t be me with the huge, never-finished to-do list),
I reply that I do it by not doing what I was supposed to do.
My house was never so clean as when I was in graduate school
facing studying for finals and writing long papers on the literary critical
theory of Jacques Lacan—Désir! Désir
is all! I have knitted innumerable pairs of socks and mittens, purses and
even rugs, while delaying work on a tricky sweater promised to my husband. I wrote
one whole novel while avoiding finishing one that was under contract. I get
things done by doing things that aren’t the top priority on my list instead of
doing that top priority. I call it Creative Procrastination.
facing studying for finals and writing long papers on the literary critical
theory of Jacques Lacan—Désir! Désir
is all! I have knitted innumerable pairs of socks and mittens, purses and
even rugs, while delaying work on a tricky sweater promised to my husband. I wrote
one whole novel while avoiding finishing one that was under contract. I get
things done by doing things that aren’t the top priority on my list instead of
doing that top priority. I call it Creative Procrastination.
I’m thinking about this because one of my students just sent
me an abject email, beating herself up because she hadn’t been doing the work
for my class, couldn’t bring herself to do the assignments, had written 2,000
words about how awful she was and how ashamed she felt for not doing them. I
had to tell her that I knew exactly what she was going through, that most
writers did at one time or another.
me an abject email, beating herself up because she hadn’t been doing the work
for my class, couldn’t bring herself to do the assignments, had written 2,000
words about how awful she was and how ashamed she felt for not doing them. I
had to tell her that I knew exactly what she was going through, that most
writers did at one time or another.
There’s this thing called resistance. It means that, even when we love our work and want more
than anything to do our work, something inside us drags our feet, pulls us
away, and the beloved work doesn’t get done. It’s especially a problem for
artists—and even if we write commercial novels, that’s what we are. (Look in
the mirror and say ten times, “You are a writer. You are an artist.”)
than anything to do our work, something inside us drags our feet, pulls us
away, and the beloved work doesn’t get done. It’s especially a problem for
artists—and even if we write commercial novels, that’s what we are. (Look in
the mirror and say ten times, “You are a writer. You are an artist.”)
I don’t try to fight it anymore. I make that nasty resistance
work for me. After cleaning house for a day or two, I’d get up with plans to do
some more cleaning/organizing and end up working on my Lacan paper to keep from
doing the cleaning I’d planned on. Halfway through the rug, I started sneaking
in a row or two on the husband’s sweater as a rebellion against it. Just before
finishing the last chapters of the uncontracted novel, I started being
unfaithful to it with the novel under contract (and deadline). There is a
method in my madness.
work for me. After cleaning house for a day or two, I’d get up with plans to do
some more cleaning/organizing and end up working on my Lacan paper to keep from
doing the cleaning I’d planned on. Halfway through the rug, I started sneaking
in a row or two on the husband’s sweater as a rebellion against it. Just before
finishing the last chapters of the uncontracted novel, I started being
unfaithful to it with the novel under contract (and deadline). There is a
method in my madness.
Along the way, I end up getting an awful lot of things
finally finished—usually while rebelling against something else that I’ve set
for myself to do. It may sound crazy, but it works for this aging hippy
radical. For example, I was procrastinating writing this blog post, so I gave
myself the assignment of writing a special handout for my class on how to
motivate yourself to write and find time to do it. Sure enough, I sat down
instead and wrote this post.
finally finished—usually while rebelling against something else that I’ve set
for myself to do. It may sound crazy, but it works for this aging hippy
radical. For example, I was procrastinating writing this blog post, so I gave
myself the assignment of writing a special handout for my class on how to
motivate yourself to write and find time to do it. Sure enough, I sat down
instead and wrote this post.
Now, what can I assign myself to do, so I can procrastinate
by writing that class handout?
by writing that class handout?