Thy name is procrastination

PROCRASTINATION!

I don't think I'm the only writer who puts things off unless there's a deadline.  Unlike many writers, I find it hard to come up with good ideas. Once I do, I'm on a roll and there's not stopping the writing.

I think maybe I use my lack of ideas as excuses to procrastinate, because I love writing so much I can't think of any other reason.

Like the third part of the Novel Approach course.  I had absolutely no idea where the story was going to go at this point and now I do! So there'll be lots and lots of writing this evening.

So, I'd better get myself in gear (after being at work today) and empty the dishwasher, put a few other things away, and make tomorrow's lunches.

And, by the way, I bought a bathroom sink and faucets today. After three years, our bathroom is FINALLY going to be finished!  Yay!!

Far too late ...

I hate these hormones sometimes. At least I think that's what's been keeping me awake the past few nights. I've slept like the proverbial baby for months and now -- wide awake again. I thought those sleep disturbances were over.

Handed in my second instalment on the book and I'm not as pleased with it as the first. I think I handed it in too soon and I'll take some time on my day off tomorrow to go over it and edit/revise it until I'm pleased with the result. That's ultimately what matters.

I think I should also be trying to enter a few more contests and so on -- expand my writing beyond the book I'm working on. My problem is coming up with an idea. Once I've got that, the writing just comes.

Off to bed with me for now. 12:42 a.m.