Less than two weeks until Christmas and I’ll bet you can guess how much shopping I’ve done, which is – as always – little to none, with an emphasis on the none. Not to worry, though, because I’m fairly proficient at the whole “wait until the last minute” thing, due (at least partially) to the fact that my entire existence, as far as The Evening Sun is concerned, revolves around the almighty deadline. Granted, there’s a substantial amount of preparation and research involved with any story, yet I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there are days when I – or any reporter for that matter – walk into the newsroom wondering what in God’s name I’m going to write about for that day’s edition.

Do I procrastinate? On occasion. Is it simply laziness? From time to time, sure, everybody has their off days. Should I know better? Well, that depends on what we’re discussing. As far as the newsroom goes, there’s simply no way to guarantee when, exactly, whatever story I might be working on will see the light of day; and every reporter rolls snake eyes once in awhile. As for Christmas ... yes, I procrastinate and am, at times, lazy. And yes, I should know better by now, considering this has become a yearly ritual.