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Cathy: The Next Big Thing

crossposting from musings in mayhem

Why is it even when I have several projects I could be working on, narrowed to two that I am working on (read procrastinating) that I generally have at least part of my writer’s eye on The Next Big Thing?

This is also true in the home improvement arena, you should see what I’ve come up with for the addition now that we are paying a mortgage and have a yard of our own rather than renting a condo.

I mean I could also be focusing on getting those wonderfully folded piles from last week into dressers before starting this week’s loads. But I’m already a day late anyway, and have no earthly idea how it is that I wash the same five outfits per family member twice a week and there are still piles of folded and sorted laundry sitting from two weeks ago.

I’m planning next spring’s gardens while the plots are currently filled and continuing to fill with weeds. I really need to buy more sand to add to my clay soil which needs to be turned and covered, with compost, too, before I start plotting next year.

I am also dreaming baby names, when I know, logistics and physicality have set in stone that C is the last of my progeny. I am thinking of new baby names instead of being present with the three kids I have now.

I can use the baby names for characters, but that is the only technical resolve I have for this dilemma I have that the next thing is better than the present. It’s sparklier, it’s as tempting as a dessert sitting on the counter while I’m preparing dinner.

Something about the new, the imagined, the dreamed is much easier because I can keep my hands clean thinking about it while the dirty work of the present is a constant.

Maybe I just have trouble with finishing, with letting go, with saying finally, for the last time, that this version of the poem, the children’s novel, the article is good enough just the way it is.

I’m sure there is a psychological disorder with a big fancy name for this. It has conveniently slipped my mind.

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  1. Cathy, I do the same thing! For me, I get bored with what I’m working on, and I want to be done with it, even while I know I have to keep plugging away. But I crave the new writing, something fresh. (Though not another baby.)

    October 8, 2009
  2. Brittany Vandeputte #

    Cathy, I am also thinking babies. Would very much like to work towards my adoption dream, even as I can barely keep my head above water with the two children I have already…

    And, I too, am always looking forward. Never (or almost never) present in the moment. Perhaps that is the “disorder” that allows us all to create. If we couldn’t unfold the future, our creative endeavors would have nowhere to go.

    October 8, 2009
  3. thanks for the collusion (for lack of a better word at the moment), kate and brittany…and brittany, i love your positive spin on the ‘disorder’ – that it is what makes us create!

    October 8, 2009
  4. Kristine #

    Okay, I may be in the minority, but I’m the total opposite. I can’t think ahead of my current project. I wish I could so maybe I could get a short story written during the dull moments of writing my novel. My brain doesn’t work that way, though. Too many projects or thoughts tend to distract me, and then I get cranky. 🙂

    Wonder what that says about me? Hm.

    October 8, 2009
  5. but kristine, you have amazing powers of sustained focus that i just haven’t had since having kids, and was tough towrangle before i had them!

    October 8, 2009

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