Musings

Originally published on March 12, 2020

This is the first post I’ve completed in eons. I call it ‘Inception’ because it marks the birth of a long-overdue baby. One who’ll either grow to become a successful lawyer or a crack-smoking pain in my abs.

See, I’m a procrastinator. In fact, I am the mother of all procrastinators. If procrastinators had a club, I’d be the CES: Chief Executive Slacker.

I live behind my laptop but never have a complete piece to show for it. Unless someone is paying me, articles will be gathering dust on my desktop for months.

Which is why I think, maybe procrastination isn’t my problem. Maybe I just lack incentive. Think about it. What if some blog Bill Gates paid bloggers a dollar for every word they wrote?

I’d probably churn out 3,000 words a day every day till I became a blog Bill Gates myself. Chie Gates. Has a nice ring to it.

Then I’d outsource my work to an eager lad for a dollar a day. Because, who wants to type 3,000 words a day? Who even wants to read them?

I’d ring him every Thursday from a beach on the Indian Ocean. “Make *sip* them *sipppp* laugh this time *sipppppp*,” I’d say before draining my mojito.

Hmm…

I digress. The point is…What is the point again? Oh, yeah. Inception. Baby. Crack. Or Lawyer. Let’s take some chances.

P.S. Any procrastinators club out there, give me a ring. My mad CES skills are going to waste.