It reminded me of a piece I read in 'Women who run with the wolves' the other night:
'Excuses are another form of pollution. From women writers, painters, dancers, and other artists, I have heard every excuse concocted since the earth cooled. "Oh, I'll get round to it one of these days." In the meantime, she has the grinning depression. "I keep busy, yes I squeeze in my writing here and there, why I wrote two poems last year, yes, and finished one painting and part of another over the last eighteen months, yes, the house, the kids, the husband, the boyfriend, the cat, the toddler, need my consummate attention. I am going to get around to it, I don't have the time, I can't find the time, I can't make the time, I can't start until I have the finest most expensive instruments or experiences, I just don't feel like it right now, the mood is not right yet. I just ned at least a day's worth of time, I just need to have a few days' time to get it done, I just need to have a few weeks of time to myself to get it done, I just, just, just..."
What excuses do you make to yourself and how do you overcome them?
P.S On a lighter note, Kate Winslet gets to wear some great 50s outfits.
Just what I needed to hear today. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad someone got a positive out of this novel. A big star for you!
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