Procrastination – My Mortal Enemy


Some times I could really give myself a good slap. In 2005 I enrolled on the Writer’s Bureau Comprehensive Writing Course and duly completed my first assignment. My tutor at the time was Iain Pattison author of many short stories and the book ‘Cracking The Short Story Market’. The comments that came back with the marked assignment although critical were very funny and constructive. He finished with the throwaway statement that he looked forward to seeing my next assignment and I felt a ridiculous feeling of well, pressure.

Suddenly I was struggling. I read and reread the assignment, made notes and put them to one side. I revisited them after a couple of days and tore them up. I began again and quickly deleted the second attempt resolving to give myself a break for a week or so in the hope that my muse would visit, and I would complete the assignment in a whirl of productivity.

It was not to be. For five years I did no work on the course and only managed a little written output which was carefully stored on my hard drive and went unread by anyone but me. It isn’t that I don’t like to write, quite the reverse in fact. I simply found any and every excuse not to be productive when faced with a structured task.

Looking back at my life I am very much aware that this is a pattern that has held me back in almost every aspect of my life to date, and stems (I believe) from an acute lack of self confidence that can lie hidden deep within me for months at a time, waiting for the right moment to surface and sabotage my life. Such self destructive tendencies are I am sure not uncommon, and are probably one of the things that seperate life’s winners from the also rans.

I realise that in my heart of hearts what I really fear is failure. Failure to succeed in a task is for me far worse than not attempting it. Failure means I was lacking, inadequate, even unable. This means I have to downgrade my aspirations; accept my own mediocrity and reassess my potential as less than I believed it was.

By contrast, non-completion offers so much more to the insecure or fragile ego. It allows me to continue to dream. To dream about how if circumstances had been just a little bit different I might have been this, or acomplished that. Who knows what I might have been? There is a certain comfort to that path that reveals me to be something of a coward.

Procrastination is the path of least resistance, and it has been a way of life for me (or more probably half-life) for far too long. Even now I will make lists, tidy my desk read my emails and generally waste my precious writing time rather than sit and get it out.

In 2010 something small happened that was really big for me, a high point in fact. My wife pointed out a writing contest in the Bournemouth Daily Echo that offered the winning entries their own column in print for a day with their name and picture published at the top.

I wrote a 600 word piece around my own parenting experiences when my daughter lost her first tooth and sent it off. I almost fell over when I saw the email three weeks later to tell me I was one of the winners. Anyone who has ever won a writing competition (okay I wasn’t the outright best, but close enough) will know the incredible thrill of that first major success. I was (and still am) so proud.

For a few short hours I forgot to procrastinate. I wrote my piece, checked it, sent it off – and got published. I am not trying to moralise here, yes there is a message but it’s really a message from me to me. I would like to end by saying that I never looked back and have gone from strength to strength but that wouldn’t be true.

Like an addict that knows he will always be addicted and needs to find every day anew the strength to fight his demons, I must grapple with my own. My success brought with it the whispering fear that I could never replicate my achievement, and I have entered no competition since.

But there is a silver lining. In September, after a gap of seven years I completed the 2nd assingment of my writing course and sent it off for marking. It has been almost a month since it came back and the feed back was encouraging. And now I am here with you sharing my demons, baring my soul. I hope you stay with me on this journey because I am not too good on my own, a bit flaky I guess. But I think with a bit more courage and some helpful feedback from you I will get there.

I wonder how long it will take me to finish my book…..?


  1. I do totally agree with u.Its amazing just how much we,d have accomplished were we not leaving our projects in the middle hoping to attend to them later.The big issue then becomes getting down to it again and actually doing something on our pending files.Some of these files,i am afraid,will remain pending to eternity,may God help us.


  2. I think procrastination must take many forms and have roots in so many foreign pots of soil. What a metaphor. What? A metaphor? I think you have identified your procrastination and its roots. I remember wanting to set up a camera and photograph people and events only to find I was so embarrassed at the prospect of standing out, literally, in a crowd. Then I teamed up with another individual where I was the videographer. I soon learned to disregard any outside influences.

    Critique groups serve that purpose. I am a member of one where I can submit ten pages each week and meet with the group of people also wanting critiques. We are given fifteen minutes to read our piece, they get fifteen minutes to write their critiques and then another fifteen minutes is used to discuss each persons work. Each week, then, I can return home with four copies of my work with notations and helpful suggestions.

    It doesn’t get any better than this. You meet such interesting people with varieties of talents and experiences. I asked one author if I could adapt her book and produce a screenplay for her. No prob, she said and I finally got that accomplished two weeks ago. I had to take a class on screenwriting to make sure someone was kicking my behind to get it done, but I did do it.

    What exhilaration I felt just in the accomplishment.

    Keep on truckin. Life is all a process.


    • Hello actxiom thanks for the visit and the comment, I think something like this would be great for me too once I manage to carve (or organize) enough time in my week to produce a regular output. To be honest the blog is a part of disciplining myself to the rigours of regular writing, and reading from people like you who take the time to leave an informative comment is a great incentive for me. Again, thank you.


  3. Fear of failure is a huge problem for many people but there is another side to that coin. Fear of success. What would my life become if I am successful as a novelist? I’ll have to travel a lot. I’ll have to meet crowds of people … I’ll sleep in strange beds often … I won’t be near my children all the time (they’re both adults now but hey, I’ll always be a mom). Will I be able to drag my poor mother everywhere with me (she’s already 87).
    It took me a long time to realize it was a fear of success that was holding me back. Failure I’m familiar with, success I have no clue what that will be like so it’s advancing into the unknown. However, I’ve developed an attitude that any sane challenge is worth meeting and I’m doing what I can.

    You shouldn’t worry about “failure” in your writing. You write very well.


    • Arrwyn I like your comment, its true that fear of success brings its own demons for me too. I don’t know what repercussions success might bring but I feel more ready to face them than deal with failure. If I write for personal pleasure and enjoy the process then I eliminate failure from the equation, although ultimately what I really want is to reach a broader audience. If people like what I produce then that’s great and it gives me a real buzz. I am happy you liked my writing, thanks for taking the time to contribute.


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