That’s right. I came into my office, turned on the computer, clicked on Word. I finished a chapter yesterday so I had to set up a new chapter. I did that. And put the page number in. And then I stared at it for a few seconds, minimized it. I remembered I’d d/l a program yesterday that I hadn’t set up. So I did that. And that was the end of writing for the day.
Not because I distracted myself with a toy. But because I didn’t want to write so I distracted myself. I know from experience that if I go to email or launch my browser or do anything but bring up Word I will be done for. So it wasn’t that I was an innocent in any way.
I didn’t want to write today.
Yesterday and the day before went well. I liked what I wrote. Didn’t read it again, but I felt it was good.
I didn’t want to write today.
Yes, I feel guilty. But only a little. Still, it isn’t what I said I was going to do when I started writing again after my hiatus. I thought I’d get in at least a four day week. I still could if I don’t go to the movies on Friday.
Oh, hell. I didn’t want to write today and I didn’t.
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This is what I do when I don't want to write. My fingers are still moving so it must count for something.
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