What is it about thinking I love so much? Is it the random realms of fantasy I can disappear into? Is it the habit of leapfrogging from one to another in a blink of an eye? Maybe its because it gives me a chance to review the past and attempt to figure out the future. Far more likely is that it is all of these things.
It’s not easy having a butterfly mind. It took a lot of training to do this, you know. Well, that’s what I like to tell myself, anyway. I guess its to stop me from thinking too much. If I did that I’d never get anything done. I have plans you know, for this precious time of mine.
Pieces of writing need to be worked on. Books need to be read. These things can’t happen without my input. Can you imagine what it would be like if none of my poor books got read? No Rincewind, no Tyrone Slothrop, not even the Illustrated Man. Goodness me, life without those would be very boring.
So I must stop thinking and start doing. Perhaps I should put some effort into what I’m doing this weekend. You can never plan too much, right? Don’t want to find myself on the wrong road, do I?
Am I procrastinating when it comes to thinking? Not when its productive, it isn’t. The next question is, but how often is it productive? Well I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it, I’ve been too busy….