Why do I love procrastination? I have the best intentions that I fully plan to take care of later. Maybe it's that I'm a little stuck or I need to let things simmer, or it's just that those are the best excuses I've got right now to keep justifying my plan to write tomorrow.
I use procrastination to my advantage. If I can't get started writing, I do the dishes. If I'm putting off giving the dogs their bath, I get laundry done. And if I don't want to do the dishes or laundry, hey, I'm writing, can't get to that kitchen right now because I feel like writing.
It probably is mostly your fault. In the end, every procrastinator is the master of their own destruction. But, on the other hand, there is a real culture of mediocrity that develops in public schools. At last in my experience, everybody seems to celebrate being lazy and doing shoddy work at the last second. Admittedly, I have had and sometimes deal with that problem. At the end of the day, it well and truly is about overcoming resistance. Your brain wants to take the path of least resistance. You know that working will make your life better -- earn money, live the dream, contribute to culture with your work -- but your brain, at its heart, thinks that "the dream" means maximum food consumption balanced with maximum possible relaxation. If it can maximize those two things without putting forth a lot of effort, it will tend to want that. You have to convince yourself that you want the outcome of the work you're avoiding, more than you want the benefits of relaxation that comes with not doing the work. And make no mistake, short-term relaxation can often be a benefit sometimes, almost as much as it can be a vice. It may also be useful to use negative motivation from time to time. This requires some seriousness, but at some point you do need to take life seriously. So for example, you can also remind yourself that you really don't want the outcome of a life of avoiding work (mediocrity at best, poverty at worst), more than you do want the benefits of relaxation that comes with not working. Just some mindsets that have helped me. Best of luck.
I would not call it love, more like limbo. Between riding out a wave of depression, on top of the only available woman in group more than likely thinking I am the most loathsome thing to walk the Earth. Compounded with the fact that I have taken into account from crits that my first 40 or so pages have to be totally scrapped and rewritten. So yeah I am in Writers Limbo, and it sucks.
