The Undisciplined Me

Rise and shine! The day is mine to use as I see fit.

Up and at ‘em, out of bed, beginning to hit my stride.

Fire up the engines, coffee in hand, reading the news a bit.

Open the doc, look at the clock, and sit and sit and sit.

Stare at the floor, then at the door, longing to be outside.


No work gets done. I’d rather have fun turning topic to post.

As the work that I dread jerks ’round in my head like some slasher movie.

Lunchtime passes, my self-talk sasses, it’s time to give up the ghost.

Edits still lurking, smirking and jerking, leaving me nothing to boast.

Of a day in the life of this writer’s strife inside the undisciplined me.

**La Caution**

30 thoughts on “The Undisciplined Me

  1. I LOVE this, Honie. I haven’t been getting your posts in my email for some reason, actually I haven’t been getting them at all. Sometimes WordPress makes me crazy. Hopefully I’m on board now. My self-talk sasses, too! I’m glad I’m not alone in this. 😉

  2. This was music to my ears, medicine to the soul and therapy for the mind….I have been feeling so..oh, you know!…Now I know it’s ok to feel like that! Nicely worded..

    1. Aww. Mr. Petruska, how kind of you. This is my kinder, gentler way of making myself take notice that there’s work to be done. Shouting Mush! was getting me nowhere. 🙂

  3. Add some nuts to the snack list…(no, there are not enough here already)
    It sooo nice to walk away from mandatory desk and editing as a job – really, if it’s your own it’s not as much work…or at least even if it is work, your name will be the one on it…So get back in there….we’ll save some outdoor fun for you for later .

  4. Holy crap, Honie. I think that’s maybe the worst song I’ve ever heard. Please tell me you’ve not listened to that for four minutes. I would be even more of a crazy than I am now if I listened to that whole thing. Perhaps some more soothing tunage might calm your troubled writer’s soul. ;). I am liking your post, but going on record that that song well, just sucks. No offense, my friend.

    1. HA! None taken, Brigitte. I didn’t write the song. I like the scene in Ocean’s Twelve when the guy navigates the laser field to this song. It’s also what the dust bunnies dance to at my house. 😉

        1. Oh, I love spring storms. Summer storms too. Thunder and lightening! I think back now and wonder if my dad wasn’t trying to keep me from being scared of storms. The sky looked all bruised and the air would become still. All of sudden, hard raindrops and he’d say, “did you see that lightening?” How thrilling, I remember, it was to watch storms with him. Not scary at all. 🙂

    1. I was just bragging on your story today, talking with some friends about writing/blogging, telling them of your visit and our “shoot out”, how cool it was to meet you, that I admire your childhood memories and can’t wait until your book comes out in print!

      1. Well I suppose that I better get to it 🙂 I know I need to write more and I have been – filling in gaps and adding stories, so it’s not like I have abandoned it – the idea of editing is daunting to me. Meeting you was awesome and I always appreciate your encouragement. It means a lot.

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