The hunt for today’s recycled post ended when I found this one in the October 2008 archives. It made me laugh out loud because three years later, these diversionary tactics are still highly effective. Probably because they get as much practice in 2011 as they did in 2008.
Diversionary Tactics – Recycled
Confession time!
For the past two days, assisted by my mother who came to visit, I have successfully employed every diversionary tactic in my arsenal. I’m avoiding a writing job – preschool curriculum for a mid-week church club program – that needs to be done before Thanksgiving.
With my book manuscript in the hands of readers, this is the perfect chance to work on the curriculum, but you tell me how to rewrite the story of Abraham sending his servant to hunt up a wife for his son Isaac and integrate it into the theme of “Families Care About Each Other,” for preschoolers, no less. I’m thinking the servant’s camels, water jugs and Rebekah’s bangle bracelets are going to play big in this one.
With this daunting challenge ahead, is it any surprise I’m looking for diversions? Unfortunately, my supply is running low. I took Mom back to my brother’s yesterday, so that excuse is gone. And I put the last of the bushel and a half of apples friends gave us into the dehydrator this morning, so that one’s gone to. I dilly-dallied on my walk this morning and planned to spend as long as possible taking pictures of the wasp’s nest along the road, but the camera battery died after a couple shots, so that diversion tanked. The farmer down the road is harvesting his corn, and I’m sorely tempted to take pictures once the camera battery is recharged, but the excursion involves climbing around in ditches full of poking, diabolical weeds, so I’ll pass.
This diversion thing is common among writers. In fact one once said to me, “It’s amazing how important alphabetizing your spice cupboard becomes when staring at an empty computer screen.” Amen, sister.
Which comes first, cloves or cumin?
