I dawdle. Procrastinate. I waste time.
I don’t mean to, it just happens. One minute I’m clicking away on the keyboard, making word counts and kicking sentence ass. Then, I second guess a sentence.
Next thing I know, I am googling Victorian etiquette.
An hour later I’ve saved a dozen pins on Pinterest, looked at hundreds of examples of corpse photography, and taken an extended coffee break.
Yelled at my kid.
Fed the dogs.
But I’ve only written six sentences. Six. Three of which are incomprehensible.
At least it’s only noon…