Rather than warm up an old post from 2012, I decided to conserve even more energy and clip an excerpt from an already completed story. This week’s offering comes from my yet to be published essay entitled, “The Seven Six Habits of Highly Effective Procrastinators.”
Today’s lesson comes from Habit 5 – Natural Slothness. Even a novice procrastinator can achieve mediocrity by applying the Goldilocks Principle. Everything is either too hot or too cold, too hard or too soft, too fast or too slow, too big or too small—you get the picture.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, the master story teller who always keeps a fable on her table, is Mother Goose Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the not-made-for-TV avatars of the writers in FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
With regular practice, the Goldilocks principle can become a key element in your daily routine.
If you drink coffee or tea, it may require hundreds of trials before achieving the optimum strength and bite of the brew. Then, consider the endless variety of additives. Perhaps you enjoy cream, sugar, honey, or a healthy shot of bourbon to enhance the flavor.
One morning, it took three of us Master Procrastinators four hours to perfect the ultimate blend of Irish Coffee.
I can’t remember what we did to celebrate this achievement, but was told later that I had a really good time.
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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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