Friday, March 27, 2009

Avoiding? I'm Not Avoiding.

by G.Parker

Sometimes I find myself getting up from the desk and sauntering into the kitchen to see what's available to snack. Other times I get up to see what my various children are doing when I realize things have grown quiet in the house. I've been known to sit back down and start reading emails, and if I don't have any new ones and my children aren't home, visit a tetris game. Sigh.

But I'm not avoiding writing. I'm just taking a break.

At least that's what I tell myself. I'll bet you've caught yourself doing this a couple of times. Pick up the newspaper, glance through the articles, find the funnies...anything but sit and face that blinking cursor on a blue screen.

Setting a goal to write daily can sometimes come back to haunt you. If one didn't set the goal in the first place, sitting at random times and pounding at the keyboard wouldn't be an activity that one needed distraction from. It's not exactly writer's block, because generally I can write during these times, it's just that I feel...antsy.

I had a co-worker come in today and say she couldn't sit at her desk. She had to be up and roaming the halls or going into a classroom about every 10 minutes. I guess with some people it could be associated with spring fever.

So I guess I get writing fever sometimes. Sigh.

The only cure is as was mentioned in a blog here recently -- butt glue. When I find a good strong one I'll let you know. Until then, I'll get my pages written for the day, I just have to go check on the daffodils outside first...


LexiconLuvr said...

You just wrote what I've been living. I'm afflicted with the fever too. *Sigh*

Karlene said...

Reading blogs isn't's networking with other authors, right? I said, RIGHT?!?

G. Parker said...

Yes -- I like it!!! ;)

Jenn said...

I am so not avoiding. What I'm doing is starting at the bottom of my priority list and working up. Just to get that least-important stuff out of the way first, so I can really concentrate on that most-important stuff without worrying about the little stuff anymore.

Hmmm . . . . .