When it comes to procrastination, I’m a house-cleaner. The more I don’t want to do something, the better the counters look. There’s something really satisfying about devoting several perfectly good hours to a project I would never choose to do in a million years if this other massive thing wasn’t hanging over my head.
When it comes to writing in particular, though, research is my biggest procrastination friend. I’m perfectly capable of convincing myself that I need to be a crash-course expert on anything in order to give it a two-sentence mention. This tendency manifests most strongly in all matters science-related. Both education- and aptitude-wise, science is my weakest area, so I’m always completely paranoid that if I don’t spend hours reading university press articles on forcing mice into stasis using rapidly-decreased temperatures and hydrogen sulfide gas, I’m going to expose my ignorance by getting something woefully wrong if I mention sleep chambers. Which is a made-up technology. This is actually why I really try not to write much science fiction. Science fiction kicks me into procrastination-mode like you would not believe.
As for this Wordle thing, it’s really neat. There’s just something oddly fascinating about seeing all your characters and motifs distilled down into a little cloud of significance.
Here’s mine for the opening of my not-a-fairystory: