So which is the worse waste of time?
* spending a couple of hours reading articles about unsolved murders in the region
* spending a couple of hours playing Fitz and/or WordSlinger and/or Bejeweled Blitz?
* spending a couple of hours puttering around the kitchen with chicken carcasses and dry beans?
I’ve done all three today. I have a pot of chicken stock, six cups of chickpeas, seven cups of white beans, and a plot bunny to show for it. The plot bunny showed up during the video games and had nothing to do with any of the rest.
Family members will approve of the cooking more, but it was just as much avoidance activity as the others. Why is it sometimes so damned hard to just sit down and write? The words are there today. I’m just fiddling.
This is a lovely blog you have here. I love the picture at the top.
I wish I knew the answer to that question (why it’s hard to write sometimes). Last night I cut out pictures and put them into frames while the clock ticked away and I had 1,200 words to write. I wasn’t averse to writing, but I procrastinated anyway.
Thanks. Wish I could take credit for the picture, but it’s from WordPress’s gallery.
I did eventually get some words, and yesterday was good. Today I’m back to puttering.