I don’t want to write this blog. In fact, I don’t want to write anything. For that matter, I don’t even want to mark the grocery items on my delivery app so someone in a green t-shirt can restock our larder. Other than attending Mystery in the Midlands, all I’ve been in the mood of doing since we returned from Alaska is playing games on my computer, watching TV, listening to music, and reading.
I can proudly report I’m caught up on my backlog of periodicals and I made a dent in my TBR pile by reading (Anthony Bourdain), (Charlaine Harris), (Lauren Graham), (Kelly Corrigan), (Louise Penny), (Sparkle Abbey), (Cathy Holton), (Mary Feliz) and (Bill Clinton and James Patterson), (James Scott Bell), I (Sherry Harris), (Lori Rader-Day), By Cook or By Crook (Maya Corrigan), Relatively Dead (Sheila Connolly), Classified as Murder (Miranda James), Necessary Ends (Tina Whittle), and Tiny Beautiful Things (Cheryl Strayed).
Instead, I’ve also been keeping up with most of the blogs I need to pre-review, short stories I am asked to critique for the Guppy Emerald’s group, two books that shall remain nameless that I read for blurbing purposes, and reading and writing Facebook posts.
I should be seated in a chair and writing – not watching TV or playing on my computer.
Does meeting friends for lunch, attending charity events, or posting list serv responses and handling tasks for various volunteer organizations count at least for the “seated” part?
When I was a high school debater, we defined “should” as “ought to but not necessarily will.” That’s me – I should be writing, but I’m not necessarily listening to that voice inside my head.
I should be kicking myself for wasting the past month, but I’m not. You know why? Because I think taking a break (though maybe not this long) recharges one’s batteries. The only problem is knowing when to know I’ve recharged enough and have now slipped into procrastination. I think I reached that point today during a spider solitaire game. I got bored. That’s a sure sign that it is time for me to return to writing.
What about you? What brings you back to the task at hand? Or, are you one of those who only talks about writing?