“I am really a genius. I could have written great novels or poetry.” “But you didn’t.” “No,” he flipped the TV channel, “but I could have.”
. . . um, I don’t get this one . . . no, really . . .
(makes mental promise to read only two more tweets and THEN start work on that great novel…)
How very true to life. This story captures perfectly the cost of procrastination.
I have heard this so many times from non-writers. I think it’s not so much procrastination as it is hubris.