Unforgiving Time . . . .

When I went out to the car this morning to go to my Violin lesson, not only was the windshield covered with pretty designs made in frigid ice, but the car was so cold I could see my own breath for the first five to seven minutes of the drive. The thermometer read 17 degrees as I walked out the door and I could promise you that the wind was blowing enough to make it feel much colder.

So right now, all I want to do is curl up in front of the 500 degree wood stove and read. Or maybe even take a nap. I want to be able to take off my two jackets, scarf, gloves, and hat (its a really cute pink plaid one), and thaw out with a down comforter on top of me.

Its terribly tempting. But I have a paper to outline and write, 9 hours of philosophy tapes to start on, and more importantly (on my priority list, at least), a book to write.

So I’m going down to the fire. But instead of reading and falling asleep, I’m going to make myself outline that paper. And then I need to attack my subplot problems in the Cohen Chronicles and finish drafting the chapter.

On a day like this, who wants to do anything but drink hot cocoa and read a good book in front of a roaring fire? Most people, including me, would rather sit around telling themselves, “You should do so-and-so.” However, Benjamin Franklin once said, “You may delay, but time will not.” He’s right. I’m sitting here trying frantically to come up with one good reason not to go draft my paper. But the clock on the bottom of my computer screen is not slowing down any. The longer I wait, the more time I throw away.

You can’t achieve anything by sitting around and thinking about it. So go do it.

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