Why Writers Are the Worst Procrastinators

I’ve struggled for 2 years with failure. 

Back when I held an average job like an average American, simply showing up (somewhat) on time five days a week and sitting at my desk for 5-7 hours a day was enough to prove my worth. Being a productive employee wasn’t just about me, what I was producing. It was part of a bigger picture, it rode on  more people. 

When I was laid off and (almost a year later) decided to pursue writing, suddenly it was all on me. I ghost wrote complete nonsense that took me 30 minutes to tap out. But there was meaningful stuff I planned to write, was even assigned to write, that paralyzed my hands over the keyboard. 

I was afraid. I still am afraid. Of writing something bad, something half formed, something stupid. More than once, I have simply just not written because of this fear. I am so scared of failing that it’s easier to just not try.

I know. You miss every shot you don’t take. But this seems heavier sometimes. 

Thanks to Megan McArdle, I now know I’m not alone. Interested in trying to better understand exactly how I feel? Read The Atlantic piece linked above—she hit the nail on the head. 

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In theory, making Halušky (dumplings) should be easy. 

I bought a Slovak cookbook and the recipe for Halušky stuffed with sausage seemed so simple: boil and then grate potatoes; mix with flour and egg, etc.; form into dough; form into dumpling shape; boil; serve and eat. 

It’s never that simple, though.

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The first challenge was finding all the ingredients which are conveniently labeled in Slovak. After some frantic Google Translating in the baking aisle of the grocery store, I came home with flour, semolina, sausages, butter, potatoes, and smoked cheese. 

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Yum? Yum. 

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After boiling the peeled potatoes, I made my first mistake. Not realizing that my kitchen (and any decent Slovak kitchen) had a grater, I instead mashed the potatoes. A nice, chunky mash. 

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My chunky potato dough was incredibly sticky and full of lumps. But, at this point, I still had faith that it would work out. Dumpling dough is dumpling dough, am I right? WRONG. 

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Oh, they may look decent enough…

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With my extensive Italian cooking experience, I assumed that dumplings were like gnocchi. So, I boiled water and plopped them in. THIS step in the complicated Halušky process was the ONLY time I went right. I boiled them until they floated and scooped them out. 

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Served hot with butter, smoked cheese and pepper, they weren’t… horrible. The texture wasn’t right. Each bite was so thick and dense, I’m sure hundreds of Slovak grandmothers were rolling in their graves. I served one to my roommate who took one bite and threw the rest away. But, I ate each and every one of these Halušky. Like a Slovak champ. Or, like a horrible chef who didn’t want to be wasteful. Either way, I will not be getting my own Slovak cooking show anytime soon. 

Unsubscribe.

I just unsubscribed from 21 different emails I got in my inbox almost daily. Cleaning house feels good. But why in the world was I getting so many useless emails? Where did they all come from? And why did I let them build up for so long? 

Either way, that’s approximately 21 less emails I’ll be receiving daily. Which means I only have approximately 20 more pointless emails that I’ll simply delete without reading every day (but I feel as if could potentially be important enough NOT to unsubscribe from). 

THIS IS MY DIGITAL LIFE. 

This is my desk at work. 
1. American flag2. Framed photos of Ryan and Rocky.3. Coffee mug (not pictured, instant coffee)4. Journal filled with drivel5. InStyle Magazine (from a fellow English teacher)6. Tipis made by students (just out the frame)
Awesome, right? So awesome.  View high resolution

This is my desk at work. 

1. American flag
2. Framed photos of Ryan and Rocky.
3. Coffee mug (not pictured, instant coffee)
4. Journal filled with drivel
5. InStyle Magazine (from a fellow English teacher)
6. Tipis made by students (just out the frame)

Awesome, right? So awesome. 

I taught my Social Studies class about Maori Haka the other day. And was sucked down the Rabbit Hole of Haka videos for about 30 minutes. This isn’t the best Haka dance out there, but it’s pretty amazing. 

California Approves Controversial 'Yes Means Yes' Consent Law For College Campuses

Rather than using the refrain “no means no,” the definition of consent under the bill requires “an affirmative, conscious and voluntary agreement to engage in sexual activity.”

Finally.

"The State of California will not allow schools to sweep rape cases under the rug. We’ve shifted the conversation regarding sexual assault to one of prevention, justice, and healing," said Sen. Kevin de Leon, D-Los Angeles. 

Yes. 

taffyraphael:

we love rudolph

I AM IN LOVE WITH RUDO!?!? View high resolution

taffyraphael:

we love rudolph

I AM IN LOVE WITH RUDO!?!?

I just booked 4 tickets to see HC Slovan play Dinamo Riga in Bratislava this week! Can’t want to 1) enjoy hockey purely as a fan (and not as a writer) and 2) see my friend C hit the ice in a Riga jersey. Eeeeeeek! View high resolution

I just booked 4 tickets to see HC Slovan play Dinamo Riga in Bratislava this week! Can’t want to 1) enjoy hockey purely as a fan (and not as a writer) and 2) see my friend C hit the ice in a Riga jersey. Eeeeeeek!

Bratislava in 100 Bites
Bite number 3 are Bratislava’s many, many bronze statues.
Statues like these are scattered across Bratislava. Always of people, and rarely making any clear sense. At the new mall along the Danube River, bronze statues depict acts of circus bravery—a tight tope walker, a juggler, a man with a huge top hat. In the historic Old Town, a bronze soldier pulls his hat low over his eyes and leans against a bench, while a working man pops his head out of a manhole. One of my goals is to see them all. 
I pass this statue (pictured above) on my way to work. It’s a functioning mailbox, which makes it even more fun. This mailbox art, while cute, isn’t even the best one. Far from it. I’ll eventually post more, so be on the lookout. 

(Photo credit Ann Erling Gofus) View high resolution

Bratislava in 100 Bites

Bite number 3 are Bratislava’s many, many bronze statues.

Statues like these are scattered across Bratislava. Always of people, and rarely making any clear sense. At the new mall along the Danube River, bronze statues depict acts of circus bravery—a tight tope walker, a juggler, a man with a huge top hat. In the historic Old Town, a bronze soldier pulls his hat low over his eyes and leans against a bench, while a working man pops his head out of a manhole. One of my goals is to see them all. 

I pass this statue (pictured above) on my way to work. It’s a functioning mailbox, which makes it even more fun. This mailbox art, while cute, isn’t even the best one. Far from it. I’ll eventually post more, so be on the lookout. 

(Photo credit Ann Erling Gofus)

It’s Bratislava Design Week, ya’ll. And while I’d love to go into depth about this massive abandoned building which housed 7 levels of really incredible design and art exhibits, I’ll simply post this photo of taffyraphael cutting Michigan out of a giant sheet of brass. Pictured here if a fantastic eye roll by the artist herself… and a suspicious baby. Perfection.    View high resolution

It’s Bratislava Design Week, ya’ll. And while I’d love to go into depth about this massive abandoned building which housed 7 levels of really incredible design and art exhibits, I’ll simply post this photo of taffyraphael cutting Michigan out of a giant sheet of brass. Pictured here if a fantastic eye roll by the artist herself… and a suspicious baby. Perfection.   

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