the mistress of procrastination
If the idea of making a bed is appealing to me, I'm in procrastination mode. If I realize that there are only six weeks to a crucial birthday, and really, I have to get that present sorted out, I am in procrastination mode. If I suddenly remember it's a very long time since I looked at my dead-end genealogy files, if I become convinced that all that's holding me up is the fact that I haven't organized my research notes, if I find a recipe I've been meaning to try for the last five years and right now seems the perfect time--
You get the idea. Pardon me while I go clean the gunk out of the seams on the food processor, will you? And maybe after that I can get a few words written. Or at least I could paint the dining room.