There is nothing in this world so skilled at avoiding work as a writer. Ask me how I know. Perhaps that is the reason so many writers have an affinity for cats. We see ourselves in them and they are our proxy when it comes to lazing around in sunbeams.
Remember the other day I was working on the website. Yeah, that kinda took over my brain for way too long. After a long morning trying to alter the position of a link on my site, I have thrown up my hands and said – * it. Fine. It stays where it is and I will yield the field to it today.
But it is on notice.
I’m going to make a conscious effort to pour myself into editing today. Much as I might like the little fantasy book two isn’t going to edit itself.