It's a familiar story: I have a deadline looming large and I'm doing everything possible to avoid it. Hello, Facebook, toenail polish, Libba's apple dip and blog. My brain is overtired and I can't quite work myself up to tackling a blank Word document.
This is just one way in which I find editing to be so much easier than writing. Someone else has already done the hard part; all I have to do is make it good. In comparison, it's practically mindless.
The worst part of this story is that Matt's next door playing poker, and I almost invited a couple of people over for a mini-girls' night -- and then I decided not to because of these 4,000 unwritten words. What a waste!
That settles it. I'm going to go do what I can to redeem myself. Here's hoping the words flow.