Progress? What progress?
To be fair, I have started work on my characters, which is a slow job. So I have been working towards my goal; I just haven't completed any steps yet.
It's amazing how many other important jobs materialise the moment I commit to some sort of goal. Or rather, how many other jobs suddenly become important. No sooner have I decided to sit down and write than I realise that the washing up really needs doing. Right now. And then there's that letter I need to answer, and I haven't practised my guitar for weeks, so I really ought to do that before it gets too late, and then there's...
The fact is, anything seems more inviting than the task in hand. I have a severe case of procrastinatitis, and that's why goal-setting is so important for me. The trick is to start small, so as not to spook myself. For example, I saw the e-mail reminding me to write this blog post, and I was just about to put it on my to-do list when I noticed what was happening. I told myself that one little blog post wasn't all that much to do, and promptly sat down to write. Of course, it helps that I was going to use this time to work on my novel outline.
Maybe the real secret is to learn how to procrastinate productively. If I set a goal today of getting the kitchen cleaned, perhaps writing character sheets will seem more appealing. Will it work? I'll let you know on Saturday.