Especially when you're trying to avoid writing! Who knew there were so many interesting things to read on the internet? And so many emails to send?
God, I should just get it over with. I think I'll do that, and then come back and report.
Four hours and three and a half pages later:
That sure took me forever. I'm going to have to get the software that disables the internet if I'm going to keep working at home. I'm also going to have to get the software that makes me dinner, and erases episodes of Hoarders from the DVR, and plays with my cats.
It's really good to be writing a lot again, without pain in my arms (so far). I've missed it. Nanowrimo is almost a third of the way through; I hope I can go the distance without straining myself too much. I hope, when I read it later, it's good. I still haven't read last year's all the way through; I started to, a few months ago, but I got distracted by the book I'd been writing in the meantime. I'm excited to read last year's as soon as I'm done with this one, while this one sits and I try to forget about it for a few days. Then maybe, in the six hundred single spaced pages I've written in the past twelve months, I can find something that will come to fruition someday.