Instead

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There are lots of things I’ve been doing lately instead of writing. Tonight, I started coloring a picture:

Last night I worked on crocheting Elise’s blanket that I’ve been working on for about two years while I watched The Vampire Diaries. 

I’ve started reading numerous books without finishing them, probably because at the time of reading I was also watching The Vampire Diaries.

I’ve hung out with people even when I didn’t want to.

I’ve slept for many more hours than I should.

Really, it seems, I’ve been doing everything I possibly can to avoid writing a damn thing, and whoa. 

This happens sometimes. It’s like something in me shuts down and makes it so I’d pretty much rather rip my own face off than have to fight with a blank screen. This past week or so has been one of those times. But then the other phase catches up to me, the one when I am always nervous, when my mind is always wandering, when no matter what I am doing, it never feels like what I SHOULD be doing, because it’s not writing. 

But The Vampire Diaries. Thank god I only have four available episodes left, or I will never get on with my life. Dang television. Dang Ian Somerhalder.

Feel like sharing some thoughts?