…is paved with good intentions. Who wrote that? Hmm. Now, I’m going to have to look up the author.
Good intentions. Everyone has them. Whether it’s as innocuous as a plan to get the laundry done or get that English essay out of the way, or as high-faluting as devising a cure for cancer or banishing that Terrible Thing otherwise known as Reality TV.
The problem is the outcome.
How many times is the laundry put off due to a coffee and chat with a friend? Or the essay buried under a pile of much-more-exciting X-Box games? (Or my dream of ridding the world of the Terrible Thing blown apart by the knowledge that some people actually love it?)
This is a common issue I like to refer to as:
Yeah, OK, I’m faffing words to give them a Latin-ish sound. But good intentions do have a way of back-firing.
I’ve just had two weeks holiday from the day job. Two blessed weeks of time to myself to do whatever I wanted.
My good intentions? Knuckle down and start the rewrite of “Racing the Dark“. What actually happened? Erm… well… suffice it to say that the rewrite didn’t.
I thought I’d have a bit of fun clothes shopping. Then, the cinema seemed a good idea, as it’s hard to get to when I’m working. Then, I visited my sister and spent a couple of days with the Terrible Twosome (aka my nephews). Then, I booked a weekend away to see a friend I hadn’t seen for several months. Then… You get the picture. The rewrite didn’t so much as see the light of day.
And it’s not even as though I don’t want to do it. It’s just that so many other things finagle their way into stealing my time.
Anyone else on that road to Hell due to the best of intentions going awry? Or am I on my own amongst the pits of fire? Ooh, pits of fire! Well, at least I’ll be warm ;-).