I’m supposed to be writing a paper right now.
It’s not due until Thursday, of course.
So I don’t need to write it right now. But the sooner I write it, the better it’ll be. Because the book will be fresher in my mind (’twas short and entertaining, so I read it in one day) and I’ll have more time to edit it and fix it up.
But I spent all afternoon over at my brother’s place playing Hyrule Warriors. (Good thing I don’t have a Wii-U of my own, or that could really murder me, ’cause I’m a completionist type…)
And then after getting home, I’ve spent all too long on-line, dropping my minimum price on LeanPub (’cause if no one ever downloads the dang thing, how am I ever going to get the feedback I wanted?) and checking my self-advertisement on deviantArt, and…
I could have written most of a draft in the time I’ve been wasting.
Oh, and although I was supposed to be spending the morning working on it, I split that time between going through all the pages I marked to transfer the notes into the computer, and making new plotting notes for a novel I just came up with. (Like that one would have any better chance of selling. Sigh…)
So here it is, nearly nine o’clock at night, and I haven’t even started my paper yet.
It frustrates me that at my age I still act like a child.
(And don’t get me started on my toy collecting hobby!)
I really should turn off the Internet and get to work.
But maybe I can spare a minute for a little break first…
