#roc

Someday is not a day of the week. ↗

— Janet Dailey

#procrastination #humor

If it weren't for the last minute, nothing would get done. ↗

— Rita Mae Brown

#procrastination

Procrastination is not the problem. It is the solution. Procrastinate now, don’t put it off. ↗

— Ellen DeGeneres

#procrastinate #procrastination

Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow. ↗

— Steven Wright

#procrastination

Never put off till tomorrow the book you can read today. ↗

— Holbrook Jackson

#procrastination #reading #procrastination

A procrastinators willpower lies in the fact that he keeps work pending because he strongly feels he wants to do the same – keep it pending. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#procrastination #procrastinator #willpower #procrastination

If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he next comes to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

#procrastination

The sun glanced off a long, wicked looking knife in the Comanche's grip. At least Cash wouldn't have long to mourn. The other Indians held similar weapons, but they hung back as their leader knelt next to Sullivan. He muttered something, low and guttural, a single syllable that sounded like an insult, then picked up a lock of Sullivan's hair. The knife descended toward his scalp. "No!" Reese shouted. "Me." The Comanche paused and stared at him with a spark of interest, almost admiration. But that couldn't be since the Indian had no idea what Reese was saying. He continued to try anyway. "Me first." He struggled, wishing he could use his hands to point at himself. "Shut the hell up, Reese," Sullivan said. "What possible difference does it make who they kill first?" "Who knows what might happen. While they're working on me, anyone could show up and save the rest of you." "In that case, me first," Cash drawled. "Me." "No. Yo primero!" "Kid, I'm the only one without a wife and far too many children. No one would miss me." "I would." The words were punctuated by the distinct sound of a rifle being cocked. All eyes turned toward the man who had appeared at the edge of the clearing. Cash's sigh of relief was in direct contrast to the sneer in his voice. "About damn time, Rev. We've been waitin' on you. ↗

— Lori Handeland

#rock-creek-six-series #western #historical-romance

Be sure not to discuss your hero's state of mind. Make it clear from his actions." (Letter to Alexander Chekhov, May 10, 1886) ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#creative-process #state-of-mind #writing #writing-process

It's a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn't even know you were aiming for. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#serendipity #writing #writing-process #bizarre