Well, material to procrastinate with, at least. Not really sure why I’m procrastinating, or what’s set me down this path in the first place. So far I’ve done some yard work; cleaned the infernal living room, aka the Den of the Devil’s Children (their our children in the sweet moments, no worries); worked on stamps; fiddled with the murmuring toilet of Doom (everything must have a horror film cliché title in this house – if you had to live here, you’d understand). I’ve even gotten sick twice in the last three weeks – not on purpose, to be sure, but between a stomach bug one week, and a chest/throat bug this week, they still count for something.
I have nothing left. No more reserves of materials from which to draw procrastination. So unless I can figure out what is fueling this desire to slack, I’m afraid I must shut down my email clients, chat client, heck, wifi connections, and console myself with the only thing left.
A 2/3 written novel and a short story in desperate need of its first redraft. Yeah. I need to buckle under and give those some attention.
Maybe my keyboard needs to dismantling and thoroughly dusted first…?