Since ditching the comfort of a salary-paying office job, for a life of freelance writing and throwing events and cooking (I am for hire by the way) I have reached new levels of procrastination. I don't know what it is in my brain that means I can only do something I'm supposed to if there's an intense time pressure on me, but it is something I'm working on trying to change.
Working from home I've gotten pretty good at procrasticleaning - a spotless kitchen before starting a story undoubtedly makes for a better piece of writing. Today though I hit a new low (or was it a high?) in procrastinating: I procrastinated baking with baking.
I was supposed to have already prepared my recipe for tomorrow morning's TV appearance on Good Morning. It had been on my ever growing to-do list, but all of a sudden it was glaring at me from my diary. I've not been a guest cook on the show since they changed the format last year, but during 2011 in Wellington and then 2012 in Auckland, every few weeks I would take a morning off work to head to the studios and wreak havoc in the kitchen on live national TV.