Here I am waiting on inspiration, or my editor to finish my second manuscript, trying very hard to work on other stories I have drafted. Staring at a blank page is daunting. The first word runs around my brain as all the distractions in the world chase it. Nothing stalls writing more than telling yourself you need to start, maybe later I got other things to do right now.
I am not in a hurry mind you, very patient of me, but I am a world class procrastinator. The bathroom door needs to be finished too. I could take a nap, but I am currently at work and thats frowned upon.
Story building in my head helps pass the time, but if it never gets into my notes I can forget what I did. Again the blank sheet infront of me shows the progress I have to show
Urgh, maybe later.