A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-One-Hundred-And-Twenty-One
I often wind up spending a fair bit of time just sitting around at my computer before I really get to my writing. In part, this is because I don't always know what I want to write, but it is enough of a habit that it can even happen when I have already got an idea and even, perhaps, a first line or two already composed in my head. Much of the time, I will just automatically starting playing a silly game or something before I get to work, and that's just a habit, I guess, and it can be hard for me, sometimes, to just step away from it. Often, I will think to myself that I am not doing that tonight and then just forget in the moment, somehow... Anyhow, I am pretty proud that, while I did start a game, I just kind of stopped myself in the middle of it and went to work. It was a conscious thing, to the point that I spent a bit of time just talking to myself as I was playing about how I was choosing to do this even though I knew I had writing to do and what I wanted to write, and it worked. I feel good about that, I guess, in some way. Small triumphs, I suppose.
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