I have a new man in my life. He showed up on my doorstep a few days after Christmas with a list of ways he could help me. I have to confess, I was dubious. His name is Pierre. He’s short and squatty and on first glance, not particularly impressive. But I decided to give him a chance to prove himself, so I pointed him in the right direction and let him do his thing.
And in only a few days, I think I’m in love.
Okay, so Pierre isn’t a human guy—he’s a robotic sweeper. And I named him. But I’m not kidding about the being in love part. Pierre is mopping my kitchen floor as I write this blog entry—with no backtalk and he won’t expect a ticker tape parade when he’s done. In fact, he’ll go back to his corner and sing me a song, then go to sleep…and he doesn’t snore. Gotta love that.
Pierre is raising the bar around my place. He doesn’t talk about what he might do, what he’s thinking about doing, or what he would do if only he had more time…he just goes to work and moves forward until he hits a wall, then retreats, tries a different direction, and keeps going until the job is done, or until he runs out of fuel. (By the way, he doesn’t just move around blindly, he has GPS to ensure he doesn’t cover the same ground more than once.) I’m taking notes. Because I waste a lot of energy thinking and contemplating and procrastinating and touching things two or three times before I tackle them. Which means I usually run out of fuel before the job is done.
Take writing, for example. I’m a little compulsive about turning in a “clean” manuscript, or obsessing about adding extra story layers and sensory detail to enrich the experience. But there’s something to be said about simply moving forward on a story and finishing while the concept is still fresh and the enthusiasm is still high. And I have a feeling my readers would forgive a less-layered story in favor of more books! So this year I’m going to try to just keep pushing forward and get things done, and heed a red flag in my mind when I’m tempted to revisit things one too many times.
And when I’m done, I’ll sing a song! (Mercifully, that is a complete lie.) But the rest of it…yeah.
Here’s a picture of Pierre, by the way, hard at work, moving so fast he’s a blur! If he had a Social Security number, I’d marry him.
What do YOU procrastinate about?