Tomor­row and tomor­row and whenever

By Mat | Published: October 8, 2006

I’m turn­ing my study upside-down but I still can’t find my dic­tion­ary of quo­ta­tions. It’s start­ing to obsess me: if can’t find my dic­tion­ary of quo­ta­tions I can’t write the blog post I want to write, and I’ve been put­ting it off for far too long.

The quote is about pro­cras­tin­a­tion. It’s from Macbeth, and I know it begins “tomor­row and tomor­row and tomor­row”, but I can’t remem­ber the rest, and I really want it for a pithy open­ing to my latest post, which is three months over­due. I don’t nor­mally like being osten­ta­tiously post-modern in style, but I’ve got to break this drought. For­give me blo­go­sphere for I have sinned; it’s been eighty-seven days since my last post. And counting.

I try one of the fil­ing cab­inet draw­ers I never visit, but all I get is a need­lessly mock­ing puff of dust.

I don’t know why this winter has found me unable to com­plete the simplest chore, yet here I am at the desk, look­ing at the big orange square for the first time in twelve weeks. Or I should say, there I was, because now I’m in the kit­chen, and I know I don’t keep my dic­tion­ar­ies in the kit­chen, but I do keep the kettle there, and the tea.

And the things to spend forty minutes mak­ing sand­wiches with.

Out­side the win­dow, through the girlie grey steam, the autumn weeds are wav­ing in a dis­tinctly spring­ish wind. I think I could almost qual­ify as a per­petual motion machine, infin­itely run­ning a dis­trac­ted loop between the unten­ded garden and the unten­ded com­puter, if it weren’t for the mid­point between the two, which is the tele­vi­sion and which is being ten­ded just fine.

I stopped doing cre­at­ive things three months ago. What happened?

It’s got a sort of light blue cover. It’s got to be around here somewhere.

To be continued…

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2 Comments

  1. Tony
    Posted October 9, 2006 at 4:53 pm | Permalink

    Mat, Mat, Mat.… stop stress­ing! You’ll find it, just go for a snooze and then in your dreams you’ll find where it is hid­ing from you! Maybe the Evil Sul­phura has decided to hide it on you… Shame on you, Evil Sul­phura, shame!

    Tony

  2. Sally
    Posted October 22, 2006 at 7:57 am | Permalink

    Per­petual motion — motion which never ceases.
    Pen­du­lum — a thing that swings between two points — cease­lessly.
    So maybe you are a pen­du­lum?? But you are so fast mov­ing between the two points, that one only ever sees the middle?
    Sally

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