Sunday Rambling and other Nonsense…

I just spent an hour cleaning all the dust, cat hair and crumbs out of my keyboard…

Before that I was enjoying the peace and sunshine outside: you know, before it pours down again, got to make the most of the sun while it’s shining in South Wales or it disappears on you…

Before that I was attempting to build up TOH’s confidence and get him working on his final project, because I am so fed up with his self pity party about his artistic talents (which, by the way are pretty big and he just can’t see it) so I had a go at the stone wall he’s built up…

And of course he’s watching Ben 10 Alien Force with the kids which is a distraction…

…Yes, I’m procrastinating.

It’s not about getting any writing done and I know exactly what I am avoiding doing.

Even writing this piece is procrastination in itself. However, I need to get my head into the right frame of mind and writing about what’s bothering me helps me to do that.

Even when I’m not entirely sure what is exactly bothering me!

So I decided to try and work out what was bothering me by starting with procrastination itself – and I found this:

I worked my way through the brainstorm and found that today, my source of procrastination is my own fault.

I’m supposed to be working on my final major project, a piece of shoulder armour Jewellery. The design is fairly easy to make, overlapping plates that curve around the arm and go from neck to the back of the hand. The construction will be simple as well; holes drilled through the plates linked with wire.

Nothing massively difficult to do, I just have to make the plates.

And there’s my problem.

I have high expectations, so I get frustrated when something goes wrong that I get stressed. When I get stressed, I get a headache and I really don’t want to have a headache.  Every piece of the armour that goes wrong builds up the stress. Yesterday, I only managed to complete five plates out of twenty that I made, and I got a mild headache that meant I couldn’t concentrate on any more.

*sighs*

So I this morning I found myself procrastinating. Avoiding doing the work because I don’t want to get another headache. Now I know what I’m doing, I can get on and avoid the headache by taking some preventative measures.

While I was working out why I was procrastinating, I discovered a website by John Perry, a philosophy professor at Stanford University and winner of an Ig Nobel prize for the essay that I discovered in my search for the reason I was procrastinating!

“Procrastinators seldom do absolutely nothing; they do marginally useful things, like gardening or sharpening pencils or making a diagram of how they will reorganize their files when they get around to it.

Why does the procrastinator do these things? Because they are a way of not doing something more important.

If all the procrastinator had left to do was to sharpen some pencils, no force on earth could get him do it. “

 This was the paragraph in the essay that made me blink and think. I have, in the back of my mind, a list of several important things I need to do. Here they are in order of Importance:

1) My Final Major Project –

The Shoulder Armour which is causing me so much stress. I’ve found several different ways to avoid doing this, all of which are on my list!

2) My Personal Evaluation –

This is a part of my college course that is due in on Monday. Illness and other things have got in the way so I really do have to get it done today…

3) The Washing Up – 

Dirty Dishes are my enemy, in that I will avoid doing them at all costs until I absolutely have to.

4) Cleaning the house form top to bottom – 

We have two cats and two kids. They leave a trail of destruction and cat hair in their wake. As their Mother, I’m supposed to tidy this up…

5) Feed the Family.

Today is Sunday. That means that I have a Roast Chicken to cook. That’s quite a lot of work, especially as I will have to wash up before I can get started…

6) Write an article and an interview for my Webzine.

To be honest, this should have been done over a week ago. It’s supposed to be a part of this month’s edition…

So you can guess what order the things will get done in! No? Well, this is probably the order they will occur in ; #2, #1, #3, #5, #6, #4 – unless I can think of anything else that is more important!

Some Facts from the Tiger Princess’ Life…

I have two cubs (as you may remember) one ten year old  male – NOS – and one six year old female – PT.

NOS on the Right, PT on the Left... just in case you can't tell them apart! (Photo 2010)

There they are… a right couple of mischief makers at the best of times… ahem. Anyway my cubs make life a joy and a hell, often on the same day!

This morning, it was hell.

Why?

Well, PT is going through this phase where she wakes up anywhere between two and four times a night with nightmares. O’course, TOH doesn’t wake up unless she gets past me and climbs into bed with us. And who has to wake up, wake PT up and  get her back to bed every time?

Yup, that’s right, Yours Truly.

*sighs*

Having caught PT once before going to bed last night,  I had to  get her back to bed twice more.  The last time was at 3.30 am (British Summertime) and I lay there, trying very hard to get to sleep again.

But I couldn’t.

Why?

Another fact you may have gathered in the course of my blogs is that TOH snores.  Its not too bad when he is on his side – he can be fairly quiet. Sadly, last night he insisted on sleeping on his back.  That’s when most people I know start suggesting these –

They don’t work though. I can ignore the noise, it’s the vibration that’s the problem… and not in a good way! So I tend to lie there awake and getting a headache. This morning, I decided enough was enough and got up.

At 4.oo am.

I wrapped myself up and disturbed the puddy tats on the way to my writing cubby.

My cats? Oh, well just in case you can’t remember them, they look like this:

Gizmo is the daft orange one and Cleo is the small whitish one...

They came and joined me in my cubby, Gizmo curling up on my feet, which was very welcome because I didn’t have any socks or slippers on and it was freezing this morning!

Now Writing is my life. I teach because I enjoy working with children, but I write because I not only have to (I’d go insane with all the characters shouting at me) but because I love it.

I love the stories that come out of my imagination, I love creating new worlds  and I love the fact that with today’s technology I can share my work with everyone quickly.

Which work did I decide to work on? Well Book Three of “The Tower and The Eye” Series actually.

There were some loose ends to tie up at the beginning and I needed to add a few more words to the opposite end. I also ended up thinking about my characters and the world they lived in, in preparation for writing Books Four & Five…

…a fact that is sure to delight my Editor, Diane Nelson of Pfoxmoor Publishing (as well as all four of my fans) as she is currently having fun wading through her slushpile – what can I say? The lady likes to read!

At 5.00 am, I caught PT in her fourth nightmare. By this time, I’d written 500 words on book 3 and decided it was time to have a coffee and watch the starlings squabbling over the peanuts in the feeder.

It wasn’t long after that (another thousand words or so) when NOS got up, gave me a Good Morning cuddle and demanded breakfast. I told him to get a drink and wait until his sister got up. That gained me another half an hour of peace… and another 250 words, which isn’t bad going before my second cup of coffee!

PT however is much noisier than her brother – her volume control hasn’t kicked in yet and she does everything at the top of her voice. The only way to make the atmosphere in the Den more comfortable, was to give them breakfast and escape to the shower.

I finally got to use my prize today. Which prize? Oh, I…co-won… (is that the right word?) a prize from Jane Alexander’s Blog about scent. It arrived the other day, a big square pink and gold box with a heavy white glass jar inside.

My Prize!

It’s got an odd consistency, nothing like my normal  body creams (I tend to use Body Butter) but it smells divine – I love roses –  and has left my skin so soft that I know I am going to want to buy this one when it runs out… not to mention a few other of their products!

 *slips a quid into the “Ila  Fund” Jar*  

Let’s see how the rest of the day pans out – I feel fairly happy and relaxed now…. can’t say how I’ll feel at the end of the week – it’s half term and I have the children home until next Tuesday!

>Forget Planet of the Apes!

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That’s it!

Gizmo is definitely a Springer Spaniel in disguise. Not only does he sit at my feet and beg for scraps (he loves cooked chicken and tuna) with his eyes like one, he also retrieves his jingly ball, carries it to the opposite end of the room and starts playing with it!

There is nothing quite so funny as a huge ginger and white cat carrying a fluorescent pink jingly ball around in his mouth!

Cleo watches him with an incredulous set to her ears. She is very clearly saying:“You are not my brother! I’m not having anything to do with you until you stop acting like a kitten.”


How people can think that cats are just animals is beyond me. They might not be able to speak English, but they can communicate with us.

Gizmo has a meow and a purr that mean he wants attention; he tells me to turn the bathroom tap on so he can drink with a look; he even has a particular setting to his whiskers when he wants to play!

Cats could take over the world. In fact, I think they already have…think about it for a second or two…

We feed, medicate and clean up behind them. We give them treats and toys; attention and scratch posts. All they have to do is look cute and fluffy, make us feel happy and Sleep.












Where’s the downside?

Just you wait – the day that cats learn to use a can opener, open a cupboard door and turn a tap for themselves – the human race is done for!

Forget Planet of the Apes – it’s going to be Planet of the Cats!