Writing Wiggles
I've been writing down the goal of being a published author for almost a year now and have yet to finish the one piece I've been working on for at least 15 years. I sit down at my computer to write and I get sucked into the internet. It's the internet's fault really, I mean all this crap to look at and scroll through just 5 more minutes. Right? Just 5 more minutes. It's so dumb. Any fellow artist will tell you that. All the procrastination tools we use to not do what we sat down to do are so dumb. Nothing good ever comes from scrolling. Nothing I tell you! NOTHING. By the way, I think I spell minutes wrong every time I type it. And I know I spell weird wrong every time. Even now, I have to go back and switch the I and the E. And my mom, bless her, will say "Well, you know the phrase I before E except after C..." Yeah, mom, except when your foreign neighbor Keith received eight counterfeit beige sleighs from fe...