Procrastination? Possibly.

I am writing a book. It could be completed in three more weeks if I would just write four hours each day. But this is the problem: I'm a dervish. I wish I could say whirling.

So with this in mind, my blogging at this point has to help me with finishing this book. And since each blog takes at least an hour, usually longer, to write, edit and post, I have to ask the age old question: Is blogging a big fucking waste of time?

But we all know the answer. It is and it isn't. It's a great way to make yourself write every day. But it can become compulsive. I mean, who's really out there every day reading this damn thing?

Okay, okay---I know you can't live without me.

So, here's the deal. I have some interesting time saving devices for my blogs for the next few weeks while I finish editing my big badass book. Perhaps I will stick with these ideas, perhaps not. As I've mentioned, I'm a dervish. My husband always points out my time management problems, yet, I have pointed right back saying--"I always get it all done. Often five things at once. It might take longer than if I was doing one thing at a time. But I get bored easily in that mode. I'm like a very good multi-tasking woman. Sans vagina." He's only happy about the Sans part.

So, in deference to my book, I would like to offer up a sneak preview of the list of stories and essays of my soon to be published collection. Imagine what you will as to to the content of each piece.



TO HOLLYWOOD
The Road So Traveled

Little Miss America
When No One Called, I Had to Answer
The Rashomon of Cousin Mickey
Oops, I Went Crazy
Which Way to the Free Market?
There’s No Free Lunch Unless You’re Freddy Fishkin
Black by Popular Demand
Beta Male
The Literary Whore
Philosophy on a Stick
Vanity’s Exhaustion/Darwin Did Me Wrong

SMOGGY BOTTOM
Short and Tall Tales from Dreamland

Miss Teen U.S.A.
Hollywood is a Great Place for Drugs
Oh Hair
Cult Classic
Over Acting, or, Run to the Light Carol Anne
Love Makes the World Get Round, or, My Life en Croute
I Hate You
Viagra
I Came I Saw I Cankered
June and Fourth
Open Trench
Let Me Eat Butter
They Breed Horses, Don’t They?
Eternity Takes a Long Time, or, God is Dead, Be Nice to Me
Are You Willing to Die for Your Country?


And have a well managed day.