I have achieved a level of mastery in a particular talent. Indeed, I could be called “sensai” or even“guru” due to the depth and breadth of my amazing gift. It’s not singing or songwriting, upon which I’ve built a sturdy and enduring career. This is a peculiar talent that precedes the expression of all others … procrastination. I have been refining it for decades now. It comes ever so naturally to me. Unless there is a national, natural or family crisis that must be attended to, my ability to achieve mind-numbing procrastination is, I do believe, unsurpassed.

I am not talking about slothfulness or lack of personal hygiene. I am not a hostage to hoarding nor do I isolate myself. Indeed, there have been delightful companions along the way who have stood with me, nursing endless cups of coffee rather than sitting down to wrestle an idea into a song.

Perhaps it has to do with brain chemistry, lack of focus, anxiety or hyper-focus which causes the schlepping of ideas around – like a plastic bag caught in a branch of a tree that won’t let go, even in a gusty wind. Who knows? I’ll have to think about it and think about it and think about it …