That blog title could cover a whole spectrum of bad behavior but I’m talking about a broken promise.
To myself.
So it’s not that bad, really…when you think about it…right?
Confession: I started another WIP.
I promised myself I wouldn’t do that. I have a bit of a load on for 2010 so I said, “Focus on one at a time this year, Lacey, get that one out there in the world and then start on the next”.
Bu-ut, I just couldn’t help myself could I?
And yes I do talk to myself.
So, instead of providing you with an actually helpful writing post (on the joys of spreadsheet plotting—no don’t flinch, it’s fun, really) I have to confess that not only am I not working on the MS I should be (because let’s face it, it’s a bit of a mess, poor baby) I’m not doing anything else I should be doing either.
Like cleaning, studying, feeding the things that breathe…
Bad, bad girl.
I am enjoying myself though…
P.S. I think I’ve managed to kill two bushes in the garden, no small feat since they have spikes and I’m pretty sure they tried to kill me when I was cutting them back. Also, was informed by the physiotherapist that my brain has “neglected” my foot, which basically means that it’s not recognizing that it’s there. Let me tell you, it took some convincing that I wasn’t in control of my own foot anymore. Ah well, who doesn’t enjoy a rare surgery complication? ;)
To myself.
So it’s not that bad, really…when you think about it…right?
Confession: I started another WIP.
I promised myself I wouldn’t do that. I have a bit of a load on for 2010 so I said, “Focus on one at a time this year, Lacey, get that one out there in the world and then start on the next”.
Bu-ut, I just couldn’t help myself could I?
And yes I do talk to myself.
So, instead of providing you with an actually helpful writing post (on the joys of spreadsheet plotting—no don’t flinch, it’s fun, really) I have to confess that not only am I not working on the MS I should be (because let’s face it, it’s a bit of a mess, poor baby) I’m not doing anything else I should be doing either.
Like cleaning, studying, feeding the things that breathe…
Bad, bad girl.
I am enjoying myself though…
P.S. I think I’ve managed to kill two bushes in the garden, no small feat since they have spikes and I’m pretty sure they tried to kill me when I was cutting them back. Also, was informed by the physiotherapist that my brain has “neglected” my foot, which basically means that it’s not recognizing that it’s there. Let me tell you, it took some convincing that I wasn’t in control of my own foot anymore. Ah well, who doesn’t enjoy a rare surgery complication? ;)
