My name is Rob and I procrastinate.
It can take me weeks to perform simple five minute tasks. I was supposed to take a pile blazers to the dry cleaners (across the street) three weeks ago. They’re still sitting in the laundry pile.
This is my attempt at telling myself: “No more.”
I keep saying I need to write more, but never really do until I get a call assigning a dollar figure to said writing. Of course those are far and few between and I can’t say I’ve exactly been seeking out any more writing gigs…thus the cycle continues.
Again, I say no more! My personal web space is having issues and that almost became the new excuse (in fact, it was yesterday’s.)
And so this is it, Without An Apostrophe, some place to store random ramblings about procrastination, writing, life, the universe and everything.
