The quote above pretty much sums it up for me. Generally, the act of writing is about as appealing to me as mopping the floors or scrubbing the bathroom, but when I look back after the fact, I love the results.
Disliking the actual writing process means I’m always susceptible to procrastination. Last night after dinner that meant, when I should have started working on this post, I instead decided to read for “just an hour.”
That was a mistake.
I blame Georgette Heyer. Continue reading