It’s been obvious to me for some time that I have a time management problem. I need to be working on fiction. (Right now, like while I’m doing this.) The urge to write is something every writer understands. The trouble is, the urge is sort of undifferentiated. It doesn’t care what you write, just that you do.
And it is so easy to do these things rather than chip away at the short story that currently defies completion.
Not to mention all the other pesky things that gum up the well-intentioned schedule you’ve made for a given day.
I should listen to no news.…