There’s something you need to know. I have been slacking off these past few weeks. I could make up excuses. I could say, “But the olympics were on!” or, “But I was sick and coughing up my lungs on an hourly basis!” I could say a lot of things, but the truth is I have been slacking off, wasting my time, and generally letting all my hard-earned writing muscles grow weak from lack of use.
I still went to the gym while the olympics were on. I went to the gym while I was coughing up a lung too (and the other patrons were thrilled, let me tell you). If I can go to the gym, I can write. Which is why I am confessing my idleness here tonight.
I have done some writing, don’t get me wrong, but the level accomplished does not reflect the amount of time I set aside for the task. There are so many things I want to do, projects I want to start, projects I need to finish, that I am ashamed of my behaviour. I hope that by publicly admitting to it, I will hold firm in the future and not let time escape me again.
I have an hour and a half before I need to turn in for the night. I am going to shut off my internet and get to work.
From beyond the keyboard,