Happy Friday, friends,
I hope you all got a lot of writing done this week.
Because I didn't. Not one stinking word. Honestly, I didn't have time.
And by "honestly" I mean "bullsh*ttingly," because I had loads of time. With which I chose to do some really stupid,
valueless things.
In fact, though I often use that lack-of-time excuse rationalization, it's almost never true. So last night I sat myself down and made a list of leisure activities in the past week that I
chose over writing.
The list was kind of embarrassing. So I published it on the blog.
It's not the amount of activities that troubles me; it's the time spent on repetition within the
categories.
For example: I've seen every episode of Arrested Development about half a bajillion times. That didn't stop me from watching six episodes of it this week.
And at twenty-two and a half minutes apiece, that's... well, I dunno. Who am I, Ramanujan? It's a lot of time. Time I could have used at least some of to write.
What I'm hoping is that by coming clean about this -- first to myself and now to you -- I might make different decisions. Not every time. I do believe our leisure activities are important, to a point.
But maybe next week I'll watch four Arrested Developments instead of six, and use those other forty-five minutes to write.
It would be a start.
What did you do this week instead of write? And how will you try to make
different decisions next week?
