With four days in a row off, I told myself I’d really get some writing done. I didn’t. Yo might think I played video games and got past a hard boss or a really high level. You’d be wrong. I didn’t do much of anything. I just perused the internet (porn? [no.] porn? [sigh.]) for research (“research”). …Well, some research, mostly I just did a lot of nothing.
I mean, sure, I walked to the car rental place (got lost) and got a rental car; but that’s about it. The Christmas decorations are still up. The house still looks the same (it’s warmer now that the heater was repaired). Guess I’m just a procrastinator.
No deadlines to meet, except imaginary ones (are any deadlines solid…in the writing world?). I mean, there’s a lot a could be doing, but not a lot I am doing.
Is that a problem?
I’d like to think that it’s not. But in reality…? Well, I’ll let you know when I get there.