Books On Procrastination Novels & Stories

Even though Rachel knew her roommate was still in Europe, she would have liked to have shared her success with her best friend, even if it were only by telephone, ten thousand miles across the ocean. Rachel poured herself a cup of coffee and turned on her computer. She typed some notes from the answering service, returned her e-mail, checked the ranking of her book on A****n and when, over two hours later, she had exhausted all attempts at further procrastination, she exited from the Internet and opened the file Guilty Pleasures.

Recognizing the opportunity to share her knowledge and help others reach their full potential, Luna decided to write a book titled "Efficiency Unleashed: Luna's Secrets to Productivity." In her book, Luna delved deeper into the principles and strategies that had propelled her to success. She shared practical techniques for effective time management, emphasizing the importance of setting clear goals and establishing a routine that optimizes productivity. Luna encouraged readers to identify their most productive hours and allocate those times for their most important tasks, harnessing the power of focused energy and concentration.

As I placed my food on my desk, I spotted my laptop in the corner. "Shit," I murmured to myself while glancing at the time. My procrastination really goes far. Only when I was seated and ready to eat, I spotted an unfamiliar object laying on my bed. Taking a closer look at it I noticed it was an old-looking book. A brown plain cover with old crispy paper that looks like it could break with one touch. Why the hell is this on my bed? It isn't mine. Assuming it must belong to my mother, I placed it on my shelf next to my other books and made a mental note to give it back to her.

And Oh, How exhausted I was, mentally. The sight of the red Ferrari made me nauseous and claustrophobic. Untrue to my word, I ended up not calling Aunt Shirley, because I was good at procrastinating. Lyra from 'I hope I never lose you' had once said : ‘Procrastination is a must’ . I intended to fully make my reading useful, learning all those priceless sayings and then practicing it. Mr Young would be proud of me if he knew I was taking my reading seriously. The walk to my apartment from Mr Young was one of the most dreaded, deadliest walks. When I woke up this morning, all I needed to worry about was facing my handsome teacher but hours later, Aunt Shirley added to the list is stabbing my b

I woke up with a start, as my alarm went off. I sat there looking disoriented and confused. I grabbed my book and flipped to the page I was reading last night, I quickly slammed the book shut when I got to the part where the protagonist died. I always hated such an ending, but still, that doesn’t make me hate the book. I got ready in forty minutes, of which twenty minutes is to complete all my essential works and the rest is spent rummaging around my impossibly chaotic room for the things I needed. I have to clean it, I mentally add this to the list of thousand other things that I wish to do today that ought to have been done a week ago. Procrastination could be my middle name. I headed down

I hated that he could provoke me without trying. Later, we moved to the living room where I pretended to study while he dealt with company emails on his laptop. I sat cross-legged on the couch, textbooks open but mostly ignored. I’d read the same paragraph five times without absorbing a single word. “Do you ever focus?” he asked, not looking up. “I’m focusing,” I shot back. “Just in a more… artistic way.” “Artistic,” he repeated dryly, “is a fancy word for procrastination.” I smirked, realizing he was right. But I wasn’t about to admit it.

Hannah genuinely replied to her. "Stop talking cringe. How many times have I told you. Now, stop embarrassing me and go. You will be late for the exam." Jess shushed her. Hannah smiled, "Good bye." She waved her hand and left. The habit of procrastination is almost in every student. Hannah did the same. Until the paper didn't start she continued to rant on things. The exams were going well.

never really arrived. I huff out a breath and look down at all the mess that I made in practically less than five seconds. Ugh. I may have a tendency to procrastinate, but it never really brought me any joy. Sometimes it just got on my nerves, and right now was definitely one of those times. I stand there for a moment, contemplating whether to tackle the mess or simply leave it for another day. The temptation to procrastinate and ignore the chaos seems strong, but a nagging sense of responsibility pushes me to take action.

And trust me, that would not end well. Procrastination is a slippery slope, and once I’m on it, I’m practically skiing downhill. If I didn’t meet today’s deadlines, it wouldn’t just mean more work—it’d mean missing deadlines, which could be catastrophic for the company. And let’s not forget, no deadlines met means no fancy trips to some dreamy country. Yeah, I wasn’t about to let all that fall apart because I wanted to leave on time. Nope. Not happening. I stretched my neck, rolled my shoulders, and went right back to typing. If George or anyone else came snooping around, they’d just have to deal with my “do not disturb” face.

I uttered, not omitting a beat. He rolled his eyes, turning back to the stove. “Sure. Just like you’re ‘multitasking’ when you ignore your emails.” “I’ve got a system,” I replied, leaning back in the chair and pushing my hair out of my face. “Your system is called procrastination,” Micah teased. “Procrastination is an art form. You would not understand,” I said with a grin. He chuckled, moving his cranium. “I’m sure. You’re the artist.”