Preparation Versus Procrastination

Not my desk by the way – via

There is one major flaw to my creativity. Procrastination. Although, the more I look into that word I feel that maybe this doesn’t serve me, I just need things to be right.

My desk is a very finely crafted piece of art, in my eyes anyway. No, it isn’t made from trees that stood tall in an ancient forest, it is arranged very precisely and is changed from time to time depending on what mood I am in. Sometimes I enjoy the clutter of books, candles and stationery. Other times I need clarity, space and echoes.

Today, I have a tidy desk filled with a succulent plant, a cat teacup filled with pens and pencils, a small wicker basket that houses my overflowing stationery collection, a mug filled with tea, my notebook and my creative diary. Above my desk I have tacked my favourite images; postcards of Dali, the desk of Dylan Thomas in his boathouse, Anaïs Nin at her typewriter, Charles Bukowski casually smiling with a cigarette between his fingers, a dried flower tucked inside the artwork of Kurt Cobain. Each piece is carefully curated to aid me living my artful life.

Back to procrastinating. I know that I am like a rusty old car sometimes, I need to make that strongly brewed tea, I need to get my notes ready and I know I need to search on Pinterest, just in case I missed an amazing picture (ok maybe the last is procrastination) but there is always this build-up, it isn’t a “oh god, I don’t want to do it” thought, it’s an excitement, the pleasure before the ultimate climax and the dressing up before going out at night. I need to be prepared and in the right frame of mind, I don’t want that just got up and slumped at my desk feeling I get in a 9-5 job – that takes at least three teas and a croissant to make me come round. Creating is important to me and I want to be able to sit, sip and write until my fingers are sore.

Preparation. Not procrastination.

I would be interested in your comments about this and what you do to prepare yourself for a day at work.

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