Logic
I'm less than 10,000 words from finishing the first round of revisions on the current novel WIP, and I already know most of those need to be cut. In the initial draft, there was much aimless wandering while I tried to think how to wrap everything up. Let's call it halfway through revising the second-to-last chapter. A couple more hours, and I'm done, at least with this draft.
So seeing as I'm so close to done, what did I do with my afternoon? Did I plant my ass in the chair and work on those last bits? No, of course not. I sat on the front porch and read. Not even something for my writers' group, not even something new. I'm re-reading The Birth of the Firebringer, which I loved as a kid and recently found in electronic format. And of course I had to finish it instead of revising my novel. I dunno, maybe they changed the ending when I wasn't looking. Yeah, right.
Which has reminded me strongly of Mr. Earbrass: "Though TUH is within less than a chapter of completion, Mr. Earbrass has felt it his cultural and civic duty, and a source of possible edification, to attend a performance at Lying-in-the-Way of Prawne's The Nephew's Tragedy." Yup. Definitely my cultural and civic duty to read on the front porch. Won't someone please think of the children! Or something like that.