"Procrastination - the action of delaying or postponing something"
So, I have become an expert procrastinator. And rather than get on with writing and doing all the other things I should be doing, I did some reading on procrastination. Because that's just what us procrastinators do.
Seems like it's a thing we humans are very good at and it's been happening for centuries. Those old wise ones even had a word for it Akrasia (cheers Aristotle). "The state of acting against your better judgement" (like opening that third bottle of bubbles or eating the entire box of chocolates.) It's when you do something even though you know you should probably be doing something else.
Whatever, I need to get my writing mojo back. That means just one thing, actually doing some writing. So much for that dream of sitting in a cafe tapping away. Nada. Not happening. Not even once. I used to get more writing done when I was working.
Anyway, at least I managed a tick off the old list and whipped up this quick post.
Good Friday dawned warm and sunny so a perfect day to go punting on the ORoyal Botanic Gardens. Nice one B, who took the initiative and grabbed us some tickets. All aboard our wooden punt, complete with prosecco, plastic cups and parasol for a tour around the lake. After a brief safety briefing (there are after all killer eels and who knows what else lurking beneath the surface of the murky waters), our professional punter Wesley pushed us off and provided plenty of info about the lakes history, the plants and the bird life that call the lake home. Pointing out mama and papa swan with their four very cute fluffy cygnets was a highlight.
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Punting on the Lake, costs $25 for adults, $12 for kids (5 - 15) and $65 for families (2 adults and 3 kids) for a 30 minute tour. Well behaved dogs are allowed on board, so will have to take Lola along next time. Oh and yes, you are welcome to take alcohol on board - even at 10.30am. Just don't fall in. Apart from those killer eels, the water is a bit smelly - duck poo.
After a pleasant stroll through the gardens, we checked out The Kettle Black for a delicious brunch in South Melbourne. All that and home in time for a lazy afternoon siesta.
Right, so tomorrow, I'll head down to the corner cafe and seek inspiration. Or is that motivation? Or fuck it, maybe I'll just pop down for a skinny latte, a croissant and read the gossip mags. Because that too is what us procrastinators do.