thursday journals: the museum of procrastination (part 2/2)

Thursday is here, and so is my museum of procrastination (a la this post). I was actually really worried that I wouldn't have time to finish this (funny, I know), because I've been spending most of my days out and about in Tarragona. But, I buckled down and here we are.

Before I begin, though, I located the advertisement that inspired this whole thing. If you're interested in watching it, here it is:

The following is a guide to Tara's museum of procrastination, as it stands on the 17th of September, 2015. The nature of procrastination being as it is, certain rooms may close in the future, when the tasks they represent are completed (although, there is no guarantee of this). Additionally, new rooms and exhibits may open without warning, depending on what Tara decides to put off (okay, yeah I'm going to stop talking in third person now).

1. The Room of the Unfinished Novel: Ever since I was a child, I've wanted to write a book and send it out in an effort to get it published. Despite the many ideas I've had through the years, I've never been devoted enough to a single one (discounting my Personal Project, which you can find here) to actually finish it. While some of the ideas were, quite frankly, trite and miserable, other plot lines and characters haven't left my head, so this is evidently something I should get a move on and do.
2. The Exhibit of Abandoned Notebooks: I've had an on-and-off relationship journalling since my parents gave me my first diary at age 5. Every now and then, I get an irresistible urge (often prompted by a book I'm reading- The Princess Diaries never fails to get me set on journalling)  to pick up a pen and a notebook and start documenting my thoughts and my life. But it seems as if I just can't finish a notebook-- in fact, I don't think I ever have.
   Wait, no. I have. Once. When I was like, ten. But moving on.
   Every time I get the urge to start a diary, I always want to start over. Even if I've only filled three pages of the notebook that I used the last time I tried journalling, I feel like I can't use it; I need a completely fresh page (this is a quirk of mine that seems to be mirrored in my blogging habits, actually). So, I have thousands of notebooks, stuffed into drawers and bookshelves, that I've never finished, and I never will. But I'll keep them around; for me, the best part of journalling is reading what I've written. 
3. The Piano Room: I took piano lessons from age four to eight. When I moved to Dubai, I abandoned the instrument, for reasons that I can't quite remember. I was never very good at playing the piano; I never really grasped the concept of playing with both hands at the same time. I came back to it a couple of times in Dubai, walking over to the keyboard in my room and trying out a few songs, but it never took. I did, however, learn to play the virtual keyboard, which is much, much easier.
4. The Library of Abandoned Books: I was wondering whether I should put this in here, because when I abandon books (ie. leave them halfway without finishing reading them), it's often for a good reason. Take 1Q84 for example- that book was awful, and I couldn't bring myself to read past the first part. It doesn't really seem like procrastination when you're not really putting something off. But then again, I do have books on my shelf, like The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, that I keep telling myself I'm going to read, but haven't got around to yet.
5. The Room of the Online Magazine: I'll admit, I've always wanted to start an online magazine. The first time I tried, I was something like eleven years old, and I tried to plan a magazine called Edition. I'd abandoned it within a few days, but the desire to start something similar never left me. Who knows if I'll get around to this one? An online magazine requires time and dedication, so it's something I won't do unless I'm sure that I'll be able to devote attention to it.

So, that's my museum of procrastination for you. Do you have similar rooms in yours? If you haven't already linked me/told me about your museum in the comments, please do! I'd love to hear all about it, and maybe, together, we can get moving and strike some of the rooms off.