I can waste an entire day, nay week, procrastinating on what I should be doing. This is not something I’m proud of, nor is it any kind of lifestyle one should be aspiring to. It’s just the way I am. Or rather, the way I am but don’t want to be and yet find myself falling into day after day because it’s familiar. It’s easy and I know how to do it. And I’m very good at it.
I should be writing. I know this. And now you know this too, by way of my admission just now. But how, I ask, can I spend my day writing when there’s that all important best score of mine to top on Solitaire? I mean, really. What’s more important in life? It was pure exhilaration when I shaved one move off my all time best last Tuesday. I should delete this app…
After recently forking out thousands of dollars on veterinary specialist fees for my cat (who is getting better, thanks for asking), my vacation away this year has turned into a stay-cation. Perfect for writing, no? Well, I’ve gotten some writing done, I’m happy to announce. Mainly planning and researching and arranging scraps of paper and post-it notes into semi-logical order in preparation for NaNoWriMo.
I have a few more days off work and now that I have decided which story idea to run with – thanks to the seven participants in my blind twitter poll – ‘Option B’ is now being shaped into ‘Untitled Story’. Sounds riveting, right? Don’t worry, I’ll probably run another twitter poll for the actual title.
In the meantime, I have spam emails to delete and cat gifs to peruse.
* I kinda do, a little.