It’s 12:48 am right now; I seem to have developed a habit this week of opening up Scrivener (my writing program) at the stroke of 1, so that I can get my daily bit of writing down.
Then, you see, I can go to bed, feeling, for today, I’ve done what I’m meant to be doing: being a writer. Because a writer writes, you see. I’ve been really holding onto that bit of truth for the past little while.
Tonight, though, it’s been a bit of a struggle as 1 am approaches. (First of all, I’m thinking, I’m really getting too old for these late nights …)
I knew I was on the verge of dipping my toes in some major procrastinating waters.
So I went online, and got motivated again.
And now, I’m going to write.