I do get distracted a little too easily. I have been working on writing today, I think out of six hours, I have only written for about one of those.
One hour was for lunch.
I did read a review on a book of Sylvia Plath’s letters, that took an hour.
So… I can account for three hours.
That would mean I have procrastinated for three hours.
I can admit that I got sucked down a rabbit hole of looking up stuff on the Dragonlance and D&D stuff earlier. But in my defense, I hadn’t thought about all of that for a very longtime. In junior high and early high school, I read all of those novels and was really into all of it.
I have been reading the news all day about awful stuff that I know everyone is aware of.
Since moving to California, I have been looking for a job, and it hasn’t gone the way I thought it would, as I still don’t have one. My thought was that I would be splitting my days job hunting and writing. The writing past hasn’t taken off as fast as I thought it would.
What I want to believe is that I need time to relax after the month I have had, but that makes me feel guilty. Two people are depending on me to find a job, and that is what has taken over my thinking. “MUST FIND A JOB!”
