So, okay, you probably only need one or two steps to actually waste time. Me, I seem to do things in stages. Including wasting time.

1) Have ADD. I’ve never actually been tested but as I can’t seem to finish one task before starting another, I’d guess I am a prime… did you see my new shoes?  Aren’t they cute, I found them online when I was researching 2005 autos to use in my story. (how’d I get from one to the other…I don’t know) Eh-hem.. sorry…

2) Be an under-motivated over-achiever. I *want* to do so many things, want to complete every task that pops into my mind at any given moment. So naturally I make lists of what I want to do, the prioritize then reprioritize rather than actually doing it.

3) Have children. This boat may have sailed, sank and/or otherwise been missed all together, but I tell ya, the moment I get a rhythm going one or three kids will tap me on the shoulder for the most inane excuse. If it ain’t bleeding, broken (needing immediate attention) or on fire, don’t bother me boys!

4) Pick up the remote. I need background noise. Often it’s the TV. If it is, then I have to have it on something I would actually watch—simply putting it on a network I wouldn’t watch does more harm than good. I will fret about it ‘til it’s on something decent. Then when something good comes on… what was I doing?

5) Did I mention the ADD? I was actually working on a new novel. Stopped a moment to stretch my legs and whamo… blog post on ways to avoid writing started tapping itself out before I even know what I was doing.

And all this is in the course of oh, maybe an hour. I will say that the first 30 min. of the hour was spent writing. Timed writing even (I found a timer app for my computer) and I got close to 700 words done in my allotted 28 minutes—it might not seem like much, but it’s 700 more than I had when I got done looking through the app store after about 20 min. I also got up and danced to a song—made my kid cringe when I hugged him and washed a dinner pot out—ADD I tell ya. The above took over the next half hour (no lie). Imagine what I might be able to accomplish if I actually set my mind to it!  (FYI… This was written Saturday evening at ten PM. Why writing inspiration, and then distraction, hits then, I do not know…)

How was your weekend? Writing or otherwise?