Distraction is rearing its ugly head. I don’t have a show playing, I’ve got music going, my journal sits here, and I’ve got the rest of my lunch break. My pen is just hovering above the empty page, taunting me.<\/p>\n
“But you’re not done typing things up from your last journal,” my brain says.<\/p>\n
I don’t need to be, I counter.<\/p>\n
“EVE Online<\/a> sure looks shiny, and so does that web-based Transformers MMO<\/a>,” my brain says.<\/p>\n They sure are! I’ll just go watch some play-throughs or tutorials, read up at their web sites… wait a minute, no, I won’t. No distraction!<\/p>\n “You should do more research before you put words down. Reread that old piece so you can get a good bead on the character before you plunk her down in that other piece,” my brain says.<\/p>\n Good idea, I’ll just pull up LiveJournal<\/a> and… damn it, brain! No! I need to put words down! I need to get the momentum going in the new book, since I had so much at the end of the last one! What’s your problem, anyway?<\/p>\n “Fine,” my brain says. “Ask your friend<\/a> for advice, or at least tell him that you’re stuck. You’ll feel better.”<\/p>\n Oh, good idea. I’ll just pull up my IM window, and start chatting… SON OF A TRISCUIT<\/a>! Brain, I would throttle you if I could! You know what? I’ll just write a journal entry. Maybe that’ll work.<\/p>\n “Nah, too meta.”<\/p>\n CURSE YOU, BRAIN!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Distraction is rearing its ugly head. I don’t have a show playing, I’ve got music going, my journal sits here, and I’ve got the rest of my lunch break. My pen is just hovering above the empty page, taunting me. … Continue reading