Procrastination methods, as well as complaints about how I’ve been procrastinating. Read at your own risk.
Holy shit, it’s July! My year is half over, and I’m not published nor even submitted anywhere. I was thinking of this last night, and decided I would start dividing my time. Work on Keen, then edit Eve a bit. One more rolling run-through, and then I’d send it off. So what am I doing? […]
“Can you work a little harder at being annoying?” I asked. A little harsh, yeah, but you have no idea what she was up to before that weary sarcasm slipped from me. “I can,” Hope answered, “if you want me to.” She’s so mine. 19,305 words. That’s about 600 of forward progress. *sigh* yes, Hope
Worked on my pirate fanfiction tonight. I need to post something. It has nothing to do with yet another crappy day at work getting very little accomplished while people appreciate all my hard work then toss more on the pile…there are definite drawbacks to the “miracle worker” appellation. Not there. Here. Bashing my head against
***You Are a Dreaming Soul*** Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world. So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time. You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all… But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit
Fun! Pick out one picture, and it tells me… ***Your Brain’s Pattern*** Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent. You’re always making pictures in your mind, especially when you’re bored. You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts. And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won’t always be.
It’s Saturday. I got some housework done, got some cooking done, Hope is happy and occupied and I am trying to write. But is anything coming out? No. Instead I’ve been wandering all over the place, looking at all sorts of interesting crap. Did you think I was kidding when I said the linkblogs are
Insane day, start to finish. I sat how many hours staring at the computer and accomplished nothing? And then I got off work, and guess what? How many hours staring at the computer and nothing accomplished? *sigh* Ass in chair, I remind myself. Ass in chair, or nothing gets done. My ass is IN the