I sit outside & plan what I will try to accomplish today. A poem perhaps, a few more pages added to the next issue of Otoliths. But I procrastinate too much & know that I will probably accomplish nothing, get sidetracked, end up reading a book or surfing cable tv. Fill in the expanding spaces with what I'm doing now, sitting outside, smoking a cigarette, maybe watering the tomato plants.
Which means I am selling myself short with my musings. If I don't achieve any of these quite modest plans, why then don't I plan on doing more major things & not do those instead.
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