The curious thing about writing for me is how much I avoid it before I get started. This, from what I hear, is not unique to me. In fact amongst SF writers I heard it gets called, ‘vacuuming the cat.’ That writers will come up with the most creative lists of thing that have to be done before they can get to work, such as vacuuming the cat.
I don;t make lists and excuses I just have a hard time avoiding the time sink that is the internet.
What’s curious, at least to me, is that once I have started it’s fun and I enjoy whatever process I am working on. Tonight I hemmed and hawed before settling down to work, but once I did I flew through ten pages of edits. ou would think something I enjoy wouldn’t be so hard to start.
Been there, though not for writing. I call it “allowing things to block me.” I can’t possibly (weave, sew, read a particular book) until I (catch up my grading, do my ironing, clean the whatever-it-is that needs cleaning, etc.) Finally, I get disgusted with myself, I do the (whatever) and then I become (briefly) incredibly productive with my preferred activity. (Vacuuming the cat?!?!?!? Are they nuts?!?!?!?)