And yet what I said earlier: no-writing can be painful is true. Why do I do this to myself? Just write, right?
Where can I get some motivation? I tell myself that the books won’t write or publish themselves…I tell myself that my time is the exact opposite of infinite…I feel the pull to get to work aaaand I take a nap. (Today, I am pooped because Bubble and Banjo kept waking us up—She once in an attempt to eat my toes at 2:30…and again at 4, so I just got up to work—SO I would really like that nap…) {SHE is having a nap next to my computer, likely saving up energy to keep us awake again} I don’t even need to seek out something to steal time from writing now, Bubble and Banjo actively participate in my writing avoidance. Bubble wants to play, Banjo needs a drink (and Bubble wants to play), Bubble scratches the furniture…what is it that I am supposed to be doing? Oh yeah, writing…
If someone could invent a magic motivation machine, I would be the first in line to try it. Maybe hypnosis would work! I’ll have to research it (ßwriting avoidance tactic)