I Should Get A Medal

I am so good at letting go of time. Of surrendering time. Of losing time.

This is all a fancy way of saying wasting time.

This morning Wee One was at “school,” a ministry a local church does where they take her for a morning.a week. It’s nice to get her around other kids and practicing words and to learn about turn taking from someone other than me. And that means I have a whole morning kid free.

I had planned to brainstorm about my characters for the story/book I decided to just fucking write at the beginning of the month. I even sat here last night and made up little sheets for my main characters – all I have to do is fill in the blank.

But no. I

• Played a stupid game on my phone
• Had a cup of coffee
• Brainstormed one list for my story
• Pick up a writing assignment for Textbroker
• Research Child Labor Laws
• Get on to WordPress
• Try to work on a draft and finally scrap it
• Get more coffee
• Dick around on that stupid game again
• Look through my reader for inspiration
• Find a publishing blog and pull up eight different posts from there
• Go onto Goodreads and mark a book I want to read
• Find WO’s toy fishing pole that is all tangled up and untangle it enough that she can play with it.
• Realize I have to go to the gas station/grocery store
• Sit down to write this thing.

I think I still have time for the grocery store before I pick WO up. But there it is: A morning wasted. I could get a medal.

And WO would wear it.

Edited to add: After a day’s reflection, I realize that I didn’t get “nothing” done, it just wasn’t anything that I planned on. I did make it to the grocery store, lest you wondering. We were out of coffee. Priorities.