My inner two-year-old is surfacing.
Grown-up me: You need to write.
Two yo me: Don't wanna!
Grown-up me: If you don't write 1000 words tonight, you'll regret it tomorrow.
Two yo me: Don't waaaaanna!
Grown-up me: Don't you dare click on that link!
:: Two yo me stubbornly clicks on the link and avoids writing for a couple more minutes. ::
I've also gotten to the point of eating junk food. School papers are never good for my health...
Anyhoo, I *have* actually done some work today. I wrote about 500 words and read two sources. Fair little bit of something out of the way. However, I need to have 1000 more words tonight so tomorrow can be an editing marathon. I just have this annoying child pitching a fit inside me. :: sigh ::
Two yo me: Don't wanna!
Grown-up me: If you don't write 1000 words tonight, you'll regret it tomorrow.
Two yo me: Don't waaaaanna!
Grown-up me: Don't you dare click on that link!
:: Two yo me stubbornly clicks on the link and avoids writing for a couple more minutes. ::
I've also gotten to the point of eating junk food. School papers are never good for my health...
Anyhoo, I *have* actually done some work today. I wrote about 500 words and read two sources. Fair little bit of something out of the way. However, I need to have 1000 more words tonight so tomorrow can be an editing marathon. I just have this annoying child pitching a fit inside me. :: sigh ::