The Procrastisnake lurks in the corner of my room. In the best of times, it stays curled up, hibernating. The best of times, of course, don’t happen often.
Anytime I have doubt or fear about what I am trying to do, it opens an eye, scenting food in the air. The Procrastisnake lives in the potential realm, and so it can only live on potential words, those left unwritten. And so when it finds me trying to find inspiration, it slithers over the keyboard. It curls itself around me and whispers in my ear. Well you don’t have to do it now… it’s too late to get anything real done… why not just check your email before you start…?