Procrastination is my friend today.
It's my buddy. My excuse.
I will get writing done.
I will.
Later.
Maybe it's the fact that I got out of bed at 5:15 am. It's past nap time, now.
I'm learning to find my most productive time of day, and it seems to be about 3pm-10pm.
Maybe because I'm scared I won't have written when I collapse into bed again.
Bad girl.
Maybe I am finally learning what my inner time clock is and I've been wrong all along.
Or maybe I'm scared to write.
