I thought about working on that thing that needs to be done but then I forgot to think about it again.

“Procrastination is the thief of time.”
-Edward Young


One of my biggest pet peeves about myself is my sporadic inability to finish things. It's one of those little "self projects" that I'm always working on and striving to better myself with.

When I was 12, I wrote and finished my first little attempt at a novella. It was 27 pages hand-written, entitled "Trouble on Isleton." The story followed 6 of us who lived in our neighborhood and little mini-dramas that happened throughout the span of a summer. This included such life-altering events as sneaking outside to play flashlight tag and getting caught by our parents, as well as watching a friend's mother get drunk at a sleepover and arm wrestle us. I somehow managed to actually finish this little story and have my dad copy it at work so I could hand it out to friends. My first-ever venture into publishing, which caused quite scandal in our neighborhood.

Fast forward to nearly 16 years later, and I'm unable to finish reading something as simple as a magazine article due to various distractions like the internet and shitty TV. I'm even finding it difficult to write music reviews without stopping to do a million unimportant things like check my email for the 78th time today or look at the clock and say, "Oh shit! The Real World is starting in 5 minutes, better hurry up so I can watch brain-dead 20 year olds spread diseases in a hot tub." It now takes major effort for me to accomplish what I want to anymore. Guilty pleasures are all well and good, but from here on out I'm picking writing and reading over Tila Tequila.

And, you know, hopefully keeping my own blog will help.