“Sometimes having too much time on your hands is the worst thing that can happen to your writing progress.”
For nearly a decade I have identified myself as a writer. Yet, in the past two years I have done nothing but produce weak and crappy work, and doing it in two or three times the amount of time it should have taken. The once vibrant images in my mind’s eye have faded and are now covered in dust and cobwebs. Ideas still come, but inspiration is a distant memory.
I am a writer, and I am a procrastinator. I have too much time on my hands and do little that is worth doing. I have at least three dozen books I know at this moment that I want to write. And today, on my day off from the day job, I have not written a single word of any story.
I want that to change.