Desperate

Desperate Housewives premiere’s tonight. Finally. I’ve missed the crazy antics of the women on the show and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Now if I can just get back on my writing/weight watchers.
Of course that might be easier said IF my classes weren’t selling World’s FInest Chocolate. It’s so good. I try to stay away, but I just can’t do it.
And then I eat more. And more. And more.
And then I feel miserable and I don’t write. And the longer I go without writing, the easier it is not to do it. Well, easier’s not exactly the write term. Because when I don’t write, my story haunts me. But every day I don’t write is one day more that separates me form writing with ease and excitement and the painful demands of FORCING myself to do something with the blank document taunting me. I know the key. Write every day and it gets easier. So how come I go a week without writing? Probably the same reason I at the chocolate in my freezer. Discipline. Or a lack thereof. I’ve got to work on that!

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