My room is too dirty to write.
I need to organize my shoes.
I haven’t washed my face yet.
I want to try the new shade of lipstick before I wear it tomorrow.
I think I should compare the before and after pictures I took of my face while procrastinating last weekend, to see if the new moisturizer I bought is making a difference or if I should return it.
I should balance my checkbook.
My feelings are hurt.
I need to moisturize my face.
My fingers are sticky from the moisturizer.
Writing about this character turns me on.
Writing about this character reminds me of my ex.
Writing about this character makes me angry.
I’m angry.
I’m angry at Patriarchy.
I can’t write because my main character is male and I’m writing from a male’s POV and I’m perpetuating the patriarchy.
But I like men.
I should write a post about feminism because I’ve been quiet on my blog.
I feel guilty writing a blog post because I need to meet my fiction word count.
I’m not a writer, I’m a nanny, and I should get 8 hours of sleep so I can chase kids all day tomorrow.
I’ll write in the morning.
I need this extra hour and a half of sleep for my emotional health and wellbeing. I can’t forget to take care of myself.
I should pray.
I should pray the rosary.
I should pray the rosary and ask for help conquering laziness and procrastination.
The rosary is too long I should pray the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.
I should stop using God as an excuse not to write.
I should answer my emails! People deserve responses!
I’m tired.
I’m hungry.
My head hurts.
I need coffee.
I gave up coffee for Lent.
Why did I do that again?
I’m going to turn the electric kettle on for tea.
What is that burning smell?
If the house is on fire do I get a pass on submitting for my workshop?
I just burned a boob on the electric kettle by tripping over a high heel while pouring tea. I should ice that.
I should post that on Facebook.
I shouldn’t post about my boobs on Facebook.
I should write a list about all the reasons I procrastinate writing.