I publicly made it my goal to finish the current draft of my book. Yet here I am, with a few free hours and what have I done?
I wikipedia'd Chuck Palahniuk. I read a magazine. I started writing a blog post.
It's not like I'm doing NaNoWriMo. I'm not trying to write 50,000 words. I just trying to finish a (very) short novel (probably more of a novella when I think about it) that I've been working on for a few years now. Most of it just requires me to type what is hand written. And yet, here I am, procrastinating.
*sigh* I'll start working now. Except I'm probably just going to open a book, or go on hulu or find some other way to distract myself.