Avoidance

Yes, I’ve been avoiding writing. My mind is so caught up with a million different things. Such as building and tinkering with this Web site. That’s constructive, right?

Here are a few of my favorite things to do instead of write:

  1. Research
  2. Ride my bicycle
  3. Fix my Web site
  4. Read
  5. Clean the house
  6. Do laundry
  7. Daydream

Sadly, there are more. And yet, when I get going, it’s like no other feeling on earth.

Honestly, getting that first draft down on “paper” is torture for me. Any suggestions to avoid avoiding?

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