I lied when I said I’d start work on my novel today. I haven’t done.
But then normal life activities get in the way so easily. There’s the evening meal, settling the kids down for bedtime, the ‘just an hour to unwind’ tv viewing that turns into 2 hours, the latest book to read, news on my RSS reader, relatives to talk to, wife to cherish, dog to ignore, eBay auction to prepare for Saturday, another eBay auction to prepare for a relative who’s not familiar with web editing, advertising to plan for work, updating my iPod et al.
Seems like I have no problem finding the time to do all those things, but a hard time finding a slot to get started on my life-changing novel. Maybe the truth is I’m afraid I’ll be just no good and if I keep putting it off for all these valid reasons then it’s not really my fault – is it?
So maybe tomorrow.