Procrastination as fine art
So, this week, I accidentally wrote two stories about sparkly dancing boys (aka Japanese boybands). Neither of them are the accidental mini-epic about sparkly dancing boys that I expected to be writing. But said mini-epic needs to be finished asap so I can get back to the story that I actually intend to be writing, which does not contain any sparkly dancing boys whatsoever.*
If procrastination were an Olympic discipline, I'd be a contender for the gold.
Also, argh.
And now - before I post the finished stories - I must compose a succinct explanation of who these sparkly dancing boys are anyway, in case any of you are interested in a glimpse of the madness that has befallen me.
See what I mean? Gold medal material, here.
* At least not in leading roles, though there might be some in the background or off to the side. However, I can guarantee none of those hypothetical sparkly dancing boys are Japanese, or boybanders for that matter.**
** Hey, this would make an interesting crossover.***
*** No! No! Must go lie down...
If procrastination were an Olympic discipline, I'd be a contender for the gold.
Also, argh.
And now - before I post the finished stories - I must compose a succinct explanation of who these sparkly dancing boys are anyway, in case any of you are interested in a glimpse of the madness that has befallen me.
See what I mean? Gold medal material, here.
* At least not in leading roles, though there might be some in the background or off to the side. However, I can guarantee none of those hypothetical sparkly dancing boys are Japanese, or boybanders for that matter.**
** Hey, this would make an interesting crossover.***
*** No! No! Must go lie down...