by Meg Dowell
Some of my best and worst memories, as a writer, have happened around this time every year. Every year since 2009, I have attempted to write some kind of novel or short story during the month of July. Six times out of seven, it was 11:00 on July 31, and I was still writing.
I am not ashamed to admit that I have a procrastination problem. I always have. It’s a side effect of my anxiety. For the most part, it is under control. When it absolutely needs to be. Sometimes, waiting until the last minute can actually do us writers more good than harm.