Let's Procrastinate, Me, Myself, and I

[jaune_chat]

So, on Monday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

Then I realize I must go to the courthouse to do some paperwork for Mr. Chat's impending residence visa renewal right after work. Afterwards, I surf the I Can Has Cheezburger network for an hour, have dinner and watch the newest episode of Top Gear with Mr. Chat. Then we go to bed.

On Tuesday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

Then I realize I have to mow my lawn right after work, take out the garbage for the next day. Afterwards, I check my e-mail, have dinner, and watch Sunday's episode of Leverage with Mr. Chat. Then we go to bed.

On Wednesday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

In an attempt to make the most of my time at work (in a warehouse) I think I should spend the time that I do mindless things like pulling parts to process in working out how the dialogue should go.

Then my brain says, "Let's run the lyrics to the Fried Ham song through here ten times in a row."
"Uh, no," says I, "I have angsty dialogue to work on!"
"Nope, we're going to have the Fried Ham song and dance hour in here."
"Damn it, brain, I at least have to do something towards my projects."
"Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney, and afterwards we'll have macaroni, and pickles and pretzels, and then we'll have some more fried ham! friedhamfriedham."
"Yes, that was fun, I'll grant you, but I really want to know exactly how this conversation would go-."
"Fried ham, fried ham..."
"Oh God."

*some time later*

"Are we done with the Fried Ham song?"
"Yup!"
"Ok, so can I work on this dialogue now?"
"Nope, now we're going to sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic! In both normal and tongue-twister verses!"
"Why the hell do I even know the Battle Hymn of the Republic?"
"And afterward, I think we're going to sing My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean in about seven different keys."
"...you suck."
"And Amazing Grace."
"!*#$&"

*more time later*

"Ok, done with camp songs and hymns?"
"Yup! But now you have to go shopping. And then you're watching the two-hour Captain Phil tribute episode of Deadliest Catch with Mr. Chat."
"Damn it, am I going to have any time to write today?"
"You have to do the session write-up from your D&D game last week."
"Yes, I know, I just did that. And that's not what I meant!"
"You know, instead of writing this LJ post about procrastinating, you could just actually write on one of your projects."
"Screw you! I'd have something to write about if you hadn't been blathering on about Fried Ham all afternoon!"
"...not my fault. Besides, you can write tomorrow."
"No, tomorrow I mow my dad's lawn. And Friday I'm running a game."
"Sucks to be you, eh?"
"Screw you and the horse you rode in on!"
"Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney..."
"FML!"

Comments

[redandglenda.livejournal.com]

lololololol My brain is totally like this all the time. I feel your pain!

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

My brain doesn't pay attention. Sometimes it works out great, other times I'm singing Fried Ham until the cows come home. It's a crapshoot. Glad to know I'm not the only one!

[dixid.livejournal.com]

After seeing the LOLCat captioned with Little Bunny Foo Foo, my co-worker and I started discussing camp songs that cause earworms. We decided the worst was Arky Arky, followed by Father Abraham. Fried Ham possibly tops those.

And while trying to find a youtube video of Arky Arky for someone who wasn't familiar with it, my co-worker got a virus and had to explain to IT what she was doing. :)

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

12 years at a Y camp, and I have a very vast repitoire of songs that get stuck in one's head. However, Fried Ham isn't even one that was in use when I was there. I got that from my parents, who were both counselors at Y camps. Same thing with the "I Don't Care If I Go Crazy Song."

I don't care if I go crazy, one, two three, four, five, six, switch. Crazy go I if care don't I, six, five, four, three, two, one, switch.

Repeat with increasing speed until your tongue is in a knot or bystanders cart you off to the looney bin, whatever comes first.

Heh, poor co-worker. :)

[random-muppet.livejournal.com]

lol - I feel your pain.

I know exactly what you mean though, when it comes down to being productive vs. say watching repeats of last years worlds darts championships (when I don't even watch darts - ever) well you can just guess what wins :(

Why does your brain make it so difficult to do what you want?

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

I don't even know. Seriously. Sometimes I can work out some really good dialogue when I'm in the car, and occasionally I've had some really brilliant ideas at work, but Wednesday was just completely useless.

[ewinfic.livejournal.com]

This is brilliant, and your viewing choices on tv SO reflect my own. :)

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Followed by Chopped, Top Chef, and Burn Notice. For summer viewing. Fall viewing gets more complicated...

Oh shows, I love you so. And I'm glad you love them too!

[thefrogg.livejournal.com]

My problem isn't the runaway songs stuck in my head. (Although the worst part is that when I *do* get songs stuck in my head, they're invariably A) jingles with like, two lines, or B) songs I know the tune but only two lines of.)

My problem is that I can plot stuff and recite dialogue and whatever just *fine* when I'm away from a keyboard. But when I sit down to actually write it? Um. Hello? I knew I had some story lying around, where'd it go?

*sigh*

Feel for you.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, for me, the story will be sitting there, pecking at my brain, but I can't quite work up the motivation/drive to get it on the page. I find myself looking at movie reviews or pictures of funny cats, or rereading my own freaking fic because I just can't... quite... write right now.

'Tis frustrating. See the plot bunny? It's vicious, but won't let me write. Difficult little bugger.