I like summer. I don’t love it, because the heat is unforgiving in Greece and – unfortunately- I don’t leave next to the sea. The opportunity to swim and stay in the water until my skin peels off and the salt cooks me under the burning sun is what makes summer tolerable. What I love, though, are specific parts of those months which I have connected with memories of my childhood and endless summers that meant only leisure and fun, like the cicadas being as loud as they can all day long, the silence at noon after lunch that stretches until early afternoon that is different from any silence in winter, and the long long days.
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Procrastinating productively Vol.1
Procrastinating is something I’m an expert at.
Usually, in my desperation to avoid writing, I procrastinate so hard that I even clean my house, which – let me tell you – it’s a thing I’m not very fond of. Ever.
The thing is though, that sitting on my chair trying to motivate myself to write and failing miserably as I go from tumblr to twitter and from cat images to watching Leverage while I knit, isn’t always about procrastinating.